Some people say that I'm strong. How I handled things, how i cope, without a soul to turn to. Some see me as a happy and carefree lad, who's only concern is what he's gonna eat next.
Truth be told, i am none of the above. Simply put, I'm just a wanderer, a lost cause, an empty vessel. I need to put up a front. A disguise. A facade. Until even I believe in the lies i crafted.
But at times, these masks will crack. I am only human.
This is such a time.
"I'll hide behind these masks you see
until it becomes a part of me..."
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