Mardi Gras
Standing in the middle of a circumstance,
Holding both of them in my hands.
They see me as the worst person to be,
But they can’t understand what I really feel.
What the eyes want to see is what they ought to see,
But reality lies only within me.
They can’t understand, because they only stare.
I’m tired of listening but still here I am.
Tears had fallen already from my eyes,
Still they don’t understand why am I like an ice,
What am I made of that they hate?
Am I the only one they see as a mistake?
Crying alone in the oblivion they made,
With this heart shouting for His grace.
Am I a mistake needed to be erased?
Or am I just afraid of the situation I need to face?
Am I a scarlet letter considered as a disgrace?
I need them to tell me.
I want to feel no more.
Silent tears of a face covered with a broken mask.
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