Reflections of Life #8: The Mask

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In the darkness of the night,

He is searching for the light.

Amidst the coldness of the night,

He covers up his fright.

His soul is lost and tired,

His heart thirsty for what it has cried.

His mind incapable of thinking,

His whole body is withdrawing.

Once, he knew what his path was.

Once, he recognized sorrow from bliss.

For he perfectly knew how to use his mask,

For he can easily transform a paper to rock.

When sad, he chose to be happy.

When crying, he preferred to smile.

When hurt, he won’t let others see.

When in pain, he spreads more love.

He’s making others happy

But he’s living his life miserably.

His radiant smile beam unto others

But his crying his heart inside.

With others, he is a model of perfection.

With himself, he’s blankly lost in identity.

He couldn’t see himself as he’s supposed to see.

He couldn’t feel what he’s supposed to feel.

He wears a thousand masks –

Brilliant, colorful, meaningful.

His world is full of pretensions… illusions.

And now it’s out of his control.

In the darkness of the night,

He is searching for the light.

Amidst the coldness of the night,

He covers up his fright.