The Guy Behind the Mask

He is the guy behind the mask.
Faceless and unknown they call him.
He may or may not be me, but he wants me to tell you this.
You.
Yes, you.
He is talking to you, with the sound of my voice, through these big, black, fleshy lips.
He says,
Contrary to what he is argued by many to be, he is actually human.
If you cut his flesh, he will bleed.
He is far from being a spaceful whole of nothing.
He has a face, a name, a beating-heart, a soul, an origin underneath his mask.
Make no mistakes,
He can get down and dirty if he has to.
With dirty, he means dirt-in-the-face, feet-in-mud, blisters-on-hands-from toiling dirty. 
Believe me, I know the guy behind the mask.
The guy behind the mask is me.
Smart. 
Human.
Strong. 
Confident.
Calculative.
Emotional, vulnerable are some of the many attributes you can use to describe him.
A million masks assembled together can never be half the guy he is at his worst.
He is who he was put on earth to be, because in all his imperfections and flaws, 
He knows he is not just a faceless being.
He is the guy behind the mask and the mask does not define who he is.
Tamed and held in shackles by soceity and boxed in categories,
A mask is what he uses to face his every-day public life.
Lost in the confines of everday corporate slavery,
He is belived to have lost touch with his emotions, heart and self.
Sticks and stones have been known and used to break him,
To bleed him dry of every last drop of blood he has in his vains,
But after all he has to endure,
He knows that at the End of each day,
When he finally takes off his mask and looks into his mirror,
Somewhere in it‘s cracks,
Somewhere in the darkness of life,
He sees a glimps of light,
Of hope,
Of strenght.
After all, he knows the guy behind the mask.
People wonder.
They wonder why a man, with nothing but a dream, 
A body and a heart and a soul can dare to see the light,
after all has been stripped away from him.
They wonder, why he dares to belive that it is ok to love whatever he has hidden under his mask.
What they fail to see or understand is that,
The guy underneath the mask has found a way to navigate with and without the mask.
His daily public life lets him do masklike things,
But his mask does not define him anymore.
The switch has been flipped.
He is ready to take a new leave.
His facelessness is gone,
And so has the fear to love himself.
He likes what he sees in the mirror after the mask has been stripped off.
And in addition, 
He is armed with the fact that,
Now, he knows, accepts and loves what the man in the mirror tells him about himself,
No one but he himself can dull his shine.
He is the guy behind the mask and the mask is now an extension of himself.
And those that argue, he is just a hollow vessel of nothing, are the not so smart ones.
He knows himself and is unashamed of his monsters and imperfections.
He is a King and the Master over his Life.
He is the man behind the mask, 
And his mask is merely an accessory to serve his needs.