Trying to tear the mask off,
Is a game of truth or dare.
See if you can do it, without striping your soul bare.
But who is the real you
which face do you wear?
Feeling like you do not exist,
roaming around waiting for bliss.
Afraid to love, afraid to die,
Damn time keeps passing by.
Can't move forward
Just stuck in this place.
Your mind has become this marvelous space,
Where memories can never be erased.
The soul remains masked. We see the masks only. Feel and go by them only. Meaningful introspection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Rosa G. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.