Who am I
A thousand sham faces we sport
trying to fit in
yes a thousand of them,
stacked up in the empty halls in our heads and yet there is one fragile
one that is long forgotten
behind those veils
for years longing to be accepted, and acknowledged while we are lost,
in the mirage of applause, we receive for the act we put on.
but there comes a moment when we can no longer hide,
when we can no...