Mask finally slipping off
Dose of calmness wearing off
What must be happening
Lost thoughts are betraying
Pickled-up emotions are already out in the open
Can’t help my self from breaking
I’m done! I’m done!
Mascara in my eyes are detangling
Creating slivers of inexcusable loathing.
Monochromatic self in the mirror
Reflection of a known outsider
Capsules of love running out
Nobody is safe from the hiding
Pain from the mistakes unbearably exposed from the inside
Inner waterfalls of melancholy
Leaving me heartsore and wretched
Wait up! Hold it,
Play the part, don’t come near
I have the walls built by the master of masks.
// days like these make me write; hence, I live for the days when I could finish creating poems/writings for like half an hour or so. Stay H&H! God bless!
Subnote: I really wanted to write an opinion about global issues lately but am not sure if I can manage one, not with my state of mind I suppose. I’d be bias with my emotions being stronger on the other side. Still thinking about it… Hm, what do you think? Should I give it a try? I’d love to hear your take on this. Thanks! Ciao!
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