I have never been the type of person that takes things lightly,
Someone that has kept it quiet,
I've always taken things personal,
Made the loudest noises,
But I guess you all thought it was a joke,
I guess I had my mask on and everything seemed like a joke,
Me smiling back at you like I'm not broken,
Trying to be Fearless but the darkness keeps trying to grab hold of my soul buy its like a military base so I keep fighting back with the little fire power I have,
Keep waiting on backup but no one seems to come,
Wandering why we are born in the first place if this is how we going to go out?
Why an average man can't prove of most of the things
That he chooses to speak of
And still won't research and find out
The root of the truth that you seek of?
Wandering how people would react if you took of the mask and told them the truth. Hoping they can predicts thoughts and see the future. Could you survive against all odds coming?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem