Tears Behind Her Mask

Behind the mask is untold hurt. It's so real I could feel it grip my chest each time I try to breathe. I don't know how to express my pain in words. Perhaps, a picture would do. It's my only way to channel my feelings.

Despite knowing where the thorn is, I'm just too afraid to remove it. I've made several feeble attempts to rid it once, but it felt more like I was buying time and wasting it on hope that it would one day heal.

I've been living with this thorn for as long as I can remember. I don't know if I could ever live without it. Right now, I'm just weighing the odds of living with a scar or a wound that would one day turn gangrene. I don't know which is more painful.

Numbing Silence

Stab me with your silence
Just to watch me bleed
As your blade twists
Little by little

Watch me wilt
As my colour drains
Rotting on the pavement
In pale sheets of numbness

Karma

Read me
Like an open book
But you won't understand
A single word
My language's foreign

Suffocate me
With your silence
It's all right
I won't hurt
My body's numb and broken

Crush me
Like fine sand
I've been dead
For the longest time
My soul's been trodden

Condemn me
To hell's fire
Let flames engulf
this once solid union
A crumbling foundation

Torture me
With your ignorance
And foolishness
Before you realise
It's a mirror reflection

Smiling faces in masquerades
All behind the same façade
Nothing garish, nothing plain
Oscar actors all at large

Civil words, they carefully weave
Smooth and flawless, none too crude
Poison laced, bitter traced
None of them are just too good

The mask they wear may hide their face
But it conceals not their eyes
The vile bitter state in them
Fools me not with all those lies

Surgeon's Blade

Like a surgeon’s blade
Carelessly slicing the heart
Yet, with precise incision
Brutally it was severed apart.

The pain plaguing the soul
Crushed from the massacre
As tears oozed like blood
From eyes that flowed a river.

Numbness begins to manifest
As the smarting disappears
The crippling pain now leaves
A trail of silent bitterness...

Fallen Angel

Fallen I am now
To dust and soil
Thrown to earth
To work and to toil
And the world - fallen am I into it
This cold cruel world
It's too much to take
for a young innocent soul

No bitch will I be
For I shan’t sin
Let the others judge me
but their words - I won't let them in

Long ago, oh so long ago
Those very steps I had risen
Now, made me crash face down
To climb the steps again - I must!
Even when people frown

I shan't let fate decide my destiny
Fallen I am now
But fallen again - I shan't be!

**This was written when I felt that the world seem crashing down upon me, when life suddenly had no meaning, or rather, when I was on the verge of PMS**