Life isn't a showcase to unveil it to others and to everyone
It should be yours with all its bag of secrets open
for none but only for the conquer majesty, You!
For this, I divulged myself behind the veil being someone else
who is not fragile to go down swinging and wrath of beckon
Everything is artificial and nothing is real before the world
In the world's mirror am completely a different soul
whose charm of prodigy cannot be ever diminished
They recognize me but I ...
This doesn't manifest me as a follower of dual persona
I asked 'them' for a space to let me breath and cast off my sighs!
They, the masters of impersonate pretended as ever
And thrashed me to shroud myself with deceit
But for how long?
It's a disguise in pleasure which is nothing to me
but for the sake of others
Away from the so called mirror of the fake world
when I look at myself , the real me
It throbs me in anguish