| Pretense |
| . |
| What do you do if, |
| when you look in the mirror you see a stranger, |
| when you turn to stare at your shadow, you tremor, |
| you hear your voice and it sounds so alien. |
| You try not to think, |
| block all thoughts, |
| not stare into darkness, |
| denying the ensuing silence. |
| When you lose all, |
| at the verge of a catharsis, |
| you find all you ever sought, |
| you find it feeling it was ever there. |
| When you are deceived by your own pretense, |
| when you are taken aback by your own corruption. |
| When offgaurd you are startled by your own being, |
| when you write and the words disappear, |
| when you speak and you do not make sense. |
| When you smile misery, |
| and when the slightest joy brings tears to your eyes. |
| When you are calm and in peace, |
| yet you feel the turmoil growing. |
| When evil entices you, |
| and conscience haunts you. |
| When you weep alone, |
| just to find yourself, |
| smiling all the time, |
| when you want to cry, |
| shed off all tears, |
| and the laughter is so real. |
| What do you do? |
| What can you do? |
| When the sanity you cherished so very much,. |
| drives you to the verge, |
| of being a lunatic? |