Two-faced
Two-faced By dusk, everyday, I remove my mask And each dawn I put it back on – again. Such has been my life and such has been my way of life for a while... I hide nothing that may cause death to one But I hide so much, so I do not cause death to my soul I am tired of being two-faced The weight I carry with me is getting heavier and I want to rest The burden is unbearable I shed my tears in hope that it will water my heart for a new life As the dew settles on the green grass And as the first ray of sun, shines through the horizon I sigh and wake – still thankful that I can still breathe, I can still feel and I live… Being a prisoner of your own mind is a greater war- fought with every breath of life I know not- what free means anymore I fear that freedom comes in the form of laughter and a happy soul The mask I wear is of great strength, is of wisdom and is of peace- As darkness greets the sunset, my face is unmasked, m