Sad people and dark shadows
in a multi-leveled palace of misfortune,
aversion to anything,
internal hostility towards everyone,
my mask exposed to a test of time...
Will I endure?
I do not know.
I run away to the farthest corners of my palace,
to hide from the world.
My own poem. Everyone wears a mask. I'm not good with titles so I went with "No title." Just let it be.