Unmasked

The apple doesn't far from the tree.

The sound of silence has deafened me.

I don't even try to fall into the radar.

They can be ashamed of me, whoever they are.

The loneliness it beckons and pleads.

From dark, dark eyes staring back at me.

I reach through a strange new mirror.

I get a glimpse of the world, how it used to appear.

I toss restless and forego sleep.

I tried my best, but at best it is only failing.

I pick up the phone,

I wonder who?

To call, just to hear the more sad news.

I cringe at the idea of honesty.

As all these walls come caving in.

I hope one day, the light will beckon me.

To see this new world, differently.

I hope one day I'll be unmasked.

And continue a life....

As long as it lasts.