Words often fail me
When I need them the most
Then I let my mind just be
My thoughts, sailing through the coast
Are waiting to be your own
Let's make memories good n bad
Together as we grow
Here I am sharing with you
My first words
When I was not in blue! !

When word's fail me
I peer into my bottomless oblivion
and think about expressing
the honest, harsh yet humorous side of me

When word's fail me
I forage through my past
and think about showing
the unusual, ugly yet unblemished side of me

When word's fail me
I discard the scared side
and think about presenting
the pretty, pale yet perfect side of me

Though when word's fail me
my thoughts do too
and I only demonstrate
the silent, shy yet sanguine side of me

We don't realise until it's too late
No one knows what's their true fate
I used to think I know what it's like
but the pain I now feel isn't alike
I don't know what's worse
the shock of what happens
or the ache for what never will

I have masks for every feeling

They often save me from reeling

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I must have done some wrong

Don’t know for how long i could be strong

I thought I cherished all I had

But I realise now that it was my bad

I was holding maybe too tight

Strangling, what I cared, with no respite

I have learned to pull back now

Hiding, what I used to share, anyhow

Now, I have masks for every feeling

They often save me fron reeling

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I am lying here, crying under the moonlight

The lost moments find it easy to alight

I wish the sleep would come

the endless thoughts make me numb

What if I had done it differently

I might not have run into regret incidentally

I am counting the mistakes I made somehow

Maybe I am not guilty but they hurt anyhow

So, I have masks for every feeling

They often save me from reeling

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I am not hiding under the plain sight

Still sometimes, I make the mistake, in spite

It’s a mistake to show your all

Nobody gives a **** in long haul

So I have started using these masks

Which makes hiding a less daunting task

I am now unlike the old me

Who used to let her feelings run free

That’s why, I have masks for every feeling

They often save me from reeling

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I am lying here, hiding under the moonlight

Burying the moments that wish to alight

Sometimes the old me, still runs wild

Crumbling the walls I so carefully compiled

I often let her do as she wishes

then see her tumble down into pieces

I have seen her hope crush a million times

falling down after a hopeful climb

It’s the reason, I have masks for every feeling

They often save me from reeling

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