The art of maskwearing in the age of Insanity

Well myspacers and blogspotters its time for a new post…but oh no not just any post nope this one is so weighty I am letting both blogs share one post…And what a schizophrenic post (also pretty darn deep and emotional too!) Now lets get it on!
I once told a few pal and a therapist bout my theory on masks…Which s prolly why I was on medication. “masks” are the [personalities we wrap are selves in at certain times, with certain types of ppl, or in situations where we feel the need to hide our true self . Now I have worn a few and wore a few out…
Like the dusty old “goth Mask” I wore this one a lot///Or this pain in the ass one. My “wolfy” mask. God that time sucked in my life. Oooh its my ol fav “work” mask. Though one mask I hate is this one: Its my “healer” mask. He is a hypocrite I mean he help any one through any prob fix em up good as new and send them away happy as a pig in new mud…but when was the last time I asked for help while wearing said mask. I could be on fire pissing blood stabbed in the neck and shot ten times and all you would here is..”man I am tired!” Never have I asked for help with my depression when I should or any one of the demons screaming in my head…..So though it helps others it hurts me…
Now the one things I am really worried bout is this: if these masks are false representations of myself and the hide what I really want. How can I know my wants and feelings….Can you if you spent years denying what is the core of your being? Can you even be sure bout what that is???? I am trying to see if what I think is me is really me. But I usually get a head ache and smoke a cig to really contemplate that whole vipers pit.
So in retrospect I am pretty sure I am a nutball and you should tell me that. Or just let me know how you feel bout my mask theory. But ask yourself this…Do you wear one too?!?!?!?