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The Day the Mask Slipped


The Day the Mask Slipped


The day the mask slipped

You showed your other face again,

Dishing out the pain.

Before – in anger and in rage,

Now – you’ve turned the page.

The phony face of reason you displayed,

But your hand you overplayed

The day the mask slipped.


©DGA 05 August 2011 11:54


Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

28 thoughts on “The Day the Mask Slipped

  1. Sooner or later that hidden wolf will emerge


  2. Oh dear, the scoundrel will always out!


  3. Masks are like clouds that conceal the sun or moon behind… they can do so for sometime. Largely successful for a day or two. But then, they are too ethereal to sustain their substance from the other element.
    They have to turn a page that bares them. Well written Denise.


  4. this is kinda scary…those that stay hidden to their true agendas…you then wait to see when it will slip once more…


  5. We have all got them, Denise.
    Being real is a lifetime’s challenge, mostly when we ourselves are greatly challenged
    by outside influences.
    Very perceptive stuff.
    Thanks, John.


  6. I love it when people’s masks slip revealing their “true colors.” It makes it easier to deal with them in future encounters.

    Hope you’re making progress with your therapy! 🙂


    • It is a very difficult, challenging situation, Nancy. I think the only way in which to deal with it, unfortunately, is for me to put on a mask too. This I haven’t done for years. I am always me. WYSIWYG!

      Therapy is going well. Problem with the fit of the brace has been sorted. Walked down the passage here with my walker and back again. Ahem! 😀


    • Yay . . . about getting back up on your feet, not about wearing a mask.

      I prefer WYSIWYG too.


  7. Our masks are always slipping… until we dare to take them off for good, to show the face behind our face…


    • I think as we get older we don’t need our masks any longer. Well, I don’t and I know others who are also confident enough to relax and be ourselves.


  8. Gosh, been there, Denise. Each of us has our dark side, but some are darker than others.


  9. Stay strong – you are a fighter!


  10. well executed take on that old adage that the leopard doesn’t change its spots, Adeeyoyo


  11. As I read the comments and your replies I must note that I was thinking of the masks worn by others as a danger. I thought of it in terms of the masks of others that are deceitful, never my own and that was the intent of my original comment . Perhaps because I have lived without a mask I think unless you consider self restraint a mask.


  12. Not the masks. I fear the masks. I have been let own badly by someone who was wearing a mask and I didn’t realise until it was too late. I hope the same thing hasn’t happened to you. This poem really got to me.


    • I think I’m stronger, Selma, because now I know for sure and can be prepared… also, much against my will, I will use a mask with this person for my own defence if it is necessary.


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