Masks

By Saumya Sinha

We are all walking around with different masks

Every time you meet someone that fatigue collection increases

Some are trying to hide from another

Some from themselves

Some from just the situations

Some from life itself

Isn’t it funny?

We are dying in our daydreams,

And happy in nightmares.

There’s compassion in graveyards,

And animosity among people.

We are dreading birthdays,

And waiting for death days.

While hiding from your pain

You went so far that you don’t recognize the face in the mirror

Masks won and they are starting to get creepier

But in a life of disregard someone See’s the glimpse of the real you

It’s scary to accept it

But that someone is going to color all your blues

By Saumya Sinha