Friday, January 30, 2009
Nobody knows it but me,
Funny how it turns out,
I'm the last to know,
This awful feeling,
I'll keep it to myself,
Nobody cares, nobody wants to,
Let's keep it that way,
It's all for the better,
Let's keep pretending,
We are living what we are potraying,
We will morph into what we are pretending,
Let's keep wearing disguises,
And walk along the path,
Where everyone is also putting on their masks,
Because in this world,
Everyone is trying to be what they want to be,
They wear a masks everyday,
Until they lose their original faces,
Until the masks is what they depend on,
That is what the world is,
Filled with people who has lost their faces.
Funny how it turns out,
I'm the last to know,
This awful feeling,
I'll keep it to myself,
Nobody cares, nobody wants to,
Let's keep it that way,
It's all for the better,
Let's keep pretending,
We are living what we are potraying,
We will morph into what we are pretending,
Let's keep wearing disguises,
And walk along the path,
Where everyone is also putting on their masks,
Because in this world,
Everyone is trying to be what they want to be,
They wear a masks everyday,
Until they lose their original faces,
Until the masks is what they depend on,
That is what the world is,
Filled with people who has lost their faces.
Yay! Maybe I can include a pic everytime I write a poem to give a bit more of that feeling. Hmm...
1:27 PM