So calm so serene yet so offensive and obscene
Life as it comes by; teaching things you wouldn’t dare to
try
From flowing lush greens to standing pale concrete
Wish I had taken the choice to retreat
But that’s not my nature, that’s not my stride
I would like to hit the shores as one final tide
Predicting the future, judging the actions
All these have just made me devoid of emotions
I see people around happy, merry and joyful
I see them cry, I see them anxious
Not behaving like them feels obnoxious
The mask of smile I put, fake emotions I show
Am I becoming a slave of it steadily and slow?
Truth beckons and it may arrive
Seeing myself in mirror for one more cry
Is it the true self or another mask?
How will I fare in this task?
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