Looking up and around,
the world seems different somehow.
Realization dawns,
My mask has slipped.
I am looking out with a pure gaze
unjaded, unbiased
by life's melancholy
Everything seems a shade brighter
than it used to be
Life feels vibrant
the screen has slipped
between the real world and me
A cloud passes over
everything is dimmer now
Experiencing life is a rollercoaster
of ups and downs
Euphoria sometimes,
Despair also combines
To weave the colourful fabric
that is life.
I need my mask for when
reality turns ugly
and I can't bear to see the world as it is
Also what if people see the person
that happens to be me
in a false reality of smirks
from which I flee.
There is no place where
I can be just me
How I'd love to be just me
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