Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand mask
masks that I’m afraid to take off
and none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake, don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure
That all is sunny and unruffled with me
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name
and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm
and I’m in command,
and that I need no one.
But don’t believe me. Please!
This is just a part of the poem I copied in my journal when I was just starting college life. It’s entitled The Mask I Wear, the author is unknown. Seeing the news today and the many tweets on the death of Robin Williams made me recall this poem. How much pain do we hide behind the mask? How alone do we feel after all the laughter and smiles? How often do we see ourselves in others? The gaiety becomes a feeling of anguish after a while.
Robin Williams is one of my favorite actors. Although I am not much into watching the big screen and television reruns, he is one of those who could hold my attention from beginning to end. I loved him in Mork and Mindy, I loved him in Mrs. Doubtfire, I cried watching Good Will Hunting. I am sad that he passed on at such an early age. His legacy lives on.
You made me cry, you made me laugh. Robin Williams, may your soul rest in peace.