I'm grappling through life, panting, bleeding, crying and hurting.

and i looked around me,

everybody is going on with their mundane lives, nonplussed

then it dawned on me

it must be the jovial mask i'm wearing

Through the thick mist
I saw her alone, whispering
Through the impregnable layers
I saw her soggy shoulders shaking
Through the mask
I saw the sad girl
Not the mellow girl in high heels
I saw her.