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