Under this fragile mask, someone hides,
Concealed in wraps of happiness and pride.
Not revealing himself to the world looking down upon him,
His faith in life has become so dim,
Till one day, the flame goes off,
And he realizes that there are no friends but only foes.
All the laughter and the charm seems so worthless now,
To these futile pleasures, he no longer bows,
Everyday looking for someone, something he can bear,
But all he receives in answer is despair.
In a scaring silence his words now bend,
Until one day, he embraces his end.
P.S This someone is me.