How many masks do we bare to become ourselves?
When does a stranger transition to an acquaintance and before you know, becomes a dear one?
When do you know, it is alright to reveal your fears?
Is it actually right to ever reval your fears?
Why is it that I fall everytime I try to rise?
Is it my destiny to step back everytime I set my foot forward?
Will the "Real Me" ever get accepted by those around me?
How many wails of "Silence" do I have to bear before soothing words jingle my world?
Every night I unmask the stranger in front of me. The very next night, there's another one waiting for me.
When would this come to a stop or rather I should ask will it ever stop?
With every patch of mask that peels off, another one resurfaces...smiles at me...mocks at me...
"I will grow over their faces, I will never stop!!"
The creepers of anxiety are growing on my heart.
I need to survive, I need to make it through this path...
How much more of facade will I have to unmask...
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