I put a smile on my face to conceal my pain.
I tremble like a frightened child, life weighing down
my shoulders.
I look up to the stars to search for liberation
from my thought that bury me alive.
Dead breaths from my nostrils,
that shuffle the life inside myself.
I look around at the rooms of my life, gloomy, miserable  but
a beautiful mansion painted with gold outside.
Fed with anxiety and melancholy by the society.
The sunset feels like the aspiration
I’ve longed for in the days of my heartbeats.
the sun sets every evening but the next day it shines