Clouds are rumbling outside
And my empty house too
Every corner,
It cries your name
Since the time I left you

I left you
Or you left me
Oh! What difference does it make
For the rain drops are singing the song
Of my miserable heartbreak

I don't know what you would be doing
Perhaps! drinking with your friends
Your emotions might have a full stop
But mine never ends.

We agreed a long time back,
That we'd be friends and nothing more,
Like an adult, matured persons
We sorterd things out.

It's been 8 years and we are doing great-
Yet, why, when i receive your messages
My eyes glitter with joy-
Like before.
Feels, i am still the same from inside
I wonder!
Are you too?

People practice poker face,
I was born with it,
sometimes it becomes a necessity,
Not for the people to show,
But for ourselves,
to survive, to live,
to fight each day of your life,
To have a persona,
Of living in denial,
And it is not bad,
It's good,
For my reality
Is blood-ridden!
It's a haunted mansion-
Where screams are unheard
When you run on an endless road
It's good to be on the side of the devil
Than to be consumed by one,
***** the reality,
I am one with my mask,
It's my identity.
It's who i am now,
Man with a poker face.
But, after all these years
When i look at myself
I wonder!
Am i the mask?
Or the mask is me?
Well, it doesn't matter or does it?

© hopesflyhigh