Naked and vulnerable, I stand here with water cleansing my soul. I start to weep; slowly falling from my feet. Now I sit with trails down my cheeks and streams down my back begging myself to understand. Yet I don’t, I continue to ask myself what I’ve become. A lovesick fool, now getting ready for the masquerade ball. I slip on my casual dress. I mustn’t catch the eye of another whom I’ll oppress. Now my mask to hide the black beneath my eyes and the stains those trails have left behind.