Tired and helpless,
Those are the only words that can be said.
Those are the only words that can be said.
Each day a battlefield within myself,
Never knowing when it would come to an end.
I pass through the streets along side with the crowd,
Yet, why does it seem it's all but a farce they keep.
The smiles on their faces seems all but a mask they have painted on,
Such expressions that cannot be fathomed by a mere person like me.
Slowly yet, slowly the mask that was put on by them falls down,
Finally the unpainted face is shown.
-Iba.R
