And here is another "guess the POV" poem. Just don't let the title fool you. So, read and review if you will.... Also, there is another version to this poem on fictionpress (but it is from my POV). Please feel free to check it out.
"The Mask"
Who am I?
So many people ponder that very question.
And yet,
They don't really want to know.
They see me,
Though blanketed in shadows,
And that is enough for them.
But some,
Those select few
Who manage to see beyond the shade,
The masquerade that I made,
And see me for who I really am.
But, I need my mask. . .
It helps me to survive.
Even if that means
That they person they know
Is, in truth, a well crafted lie.
Could they truly love
The person deep down inside?
If I dropped the mask
Would you still welcome me,
Or stare at me with contempt?
And so I remain hidden. . .
But I'll always regret
That you never saw me,
But the person I became. . .
The person I have to be.