Too much pretence, too many masks
I'm stuggling, to complete every tasks
On the outside, i may be trying
But on the inside, i'm actually dying


My masks are what everyone sees
So happy &dilligent, like a bumble bee
But no, dont be deceive that that
I won't be alright, with a shoulder pat


There are so many feelings within me
No one bother asking, even though it's free
'Cos in my environment now, everything seems fake
No one to go to, no true friends to take


I miss my good ol' past thatwe all share
Those times, when we all truly care


Is everything around me chaning?
Or is it me, who's still staying?
I hate changes, i really do
Those strangers, they call me a fool!


but hey, no one really exactly bother
To them, i'm jsut a perfect stranger
I wanna drift in my own fanasty world
So goodbye, bad ol' cruel world


Poem dated back: 16 August 2007

another sweetest escape
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