There's this mask I wear
The glue is so tight
Hiding me, hiding all
All you don't see, unless you get really near
That I'm not alright
My eyes are dark and deep enough for you to stand in
My wrists are ******, so are my thighs
My heart is shaky
And I've got non stop anxiety
But from far you see this mask
You hear my loud laugh
And see me hold my tummy in pain from giggling at my own joke
You swear I have recovered
When actually my late night tears help me keep the mask on
I may not look injured
Nor hollow
Or in pain
Just with this smile on my face
Of this mask that I wear
I hurt unheard and unseen,
Impatient for good days.

If my heart was transparent
A lot wouldn't be the same
Anyways, I'm already used to building these walls around my heart.
It's protected, I guess. From the outside world yet within me the storm never calms.
Tears wet these pillows
All night through sometimes wishing that morning must never come
Holding the grudge against myself
While smiling to all standing right in front of me.
Asking is this how life suppose to be.
Limping with anger yet holding the last thought of laughter
One hell of life we living.
You see...
This mask doesn't show things in 3D
That's why I love rainy days
Coz my tears are never recognized
Sadness engulf my soul while hoping that one day I will be able to remove the glue on this mask I wear.

During
I was never the one
Currently
I am not the one
All the time
I'll never be the one

A smile
A kiss
A feeling

I am all of that expect the one

The next is always the better
The next is always the one
So they say

I am always the drizzle
I am always the breeze

And
I am never the rain
         Nor
     The wind

The Earth is undeserving but the sun still rises.
It still gives life every morning and still gives hope and meaning to life.

It doesn't deny love because of the ***** skies or toxic air.
Instead, it gives it a second chance.
Give it all it can, every time.

The reason I try so hard is that humans need understanding for validation.
Human nature entails goodness.

I know you want to be better.
That's why I try so hard.

It's in those jeans.
It's in that white printed tee
It's in those converse sneakers
It's in that half cracked smile you pull
It's in those shades
It's in that face.

The detail in which it's shaped and made
The colour which intensifies your smile
The hair which makes you black

It's the love you always feel  
It's the hate you always resent
It's the mediocrity you oppose
It's the fear you never feel

Heart, honour, respect.
To the decent man