Often we're in a situation,
Where our heart and mind's in confusion.
Doors of pride and modesty in front,
Contemplating what to flaunt.
For all eyes are critics,
Backs are turned with a mistake.
Every goodness is history.
Gave birth to a new story.
Knowledge over wisdom or belief?
Which is wrong, which is correct?
Afraid to speak what you think is best,
For answers may not blend with the rest.
Pretending to fit, afraid to be cast.
Always wearing a faulty mask.
A face of sunshine; smiling joyfully,
But reality, heart is weary.
Oh! When can the hearts be followed?
If outliers are judged till in sorrows.
When will the mask be finally lifted?
If you're dancing in a ball of masquerade.
Though shouting in despair, it was never clear.
For eyes and ears are shut to mere.
Will someone ever hear the cry of emotion?
Or will it be remained covered with all the noises of reprehension?
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Hope you liked this little piece of mine.
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