Sunday, March 12, 2006


I hide my face behind a mask afraid to see the expression
Painted on the face underneath

Knowing that behind it is no smile at all
Rather, one of melancholy

It is melancholy in what life has brought me
And I meet it with despondency

Oh… what is the use of such a state
If only to bring deeper sorrow to mine

Detachment is the only solution

So I do it
And it overwhelms me

Behind it is no sadness
Rather, one of purpose

And that is enough for me.

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