Thursday 13 October 2016

Masks.

Even midst the crowdest of places, you will find yourself lonely, even the profoundest of conversations would not fill the hollowness of your heart. You'll be afraid, very afraid. Scared of facing yourself, scared of giving up on yourself, scared of getting detached from the world. You might be smiling from the outside but, your inner self would be broken and torn.

And someday maybe someone around you would notice the mess you've become but, your fears won't let you confess it and you would conveniently mask up your torn life by faking a "I am doing great" lie.

© Sheerin Naz.

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