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Qendresa Sep 2018
I open up my eyes and wake up my soul.
I knew something was wrong.
I stare at the mirror on the wall
And see a different person.
Who is she?
Who is me?
Tried to smile, but my mind was fooling me
I need to cry, but my eyes are dry
Where are my happy masks?
Where my sad masks?
Feel no emotion at all
I stare again in the mirror
And see a madman calling on me with his pointing finger.
I throw my steps forward into another dimension of madworld.
Since the day I couldn't wear my masks
Madman is my personification.

— The End —