Tired and helpless,
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