From the morning I mask on before meeting people,
I mask on to cover my eyes to avoid people from seeing through my life.
I always wear oversized long sleeve shirts to cover my wrist
for it has the illustrations of what happens in my life every night,
It tells a story.
I don’t know whether I’m a character from a book or this is a free spirited me.

This mask weighs me down,
I no longer know who am I,
I live my life in a lie,
I shouldn’t have trusted that guy.

That guy came to my life with a luggage full of miseries,
He took out his trash and slowly packed it to my heart
with his smooth tongue, I believed his lies.

I finally realized that a dog needs to be kicked out of my life
But I kept on calling him back because without him I felt blue and empty.

Here I am now,
I lost myself chasing someone who never cared.
Help me find him,
I want myself.
Who am I?
What have I become?