'Masquerade'

Written by: Wilma Neels


I walked this rope so many times Sometimes the difference so blurry The shade I really don’t need Yet, it’s always there, waiting… For my thoughts to dwell In between happy and sad Not knowing the difference The tears sometimes shed Have no idea why the flow Just like me, they are in limbo Wondering what their worth might be In a place where darkness reign supreme I feign a smile, imitate a laugh Just to get me through the day A happy face with tumultuous thoughts It gets so tiring being in this space Space of pretence- Mountain of deceit Hopeful that maybe today, The shade will drift away
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