And,
When the mask falls off
I don't see myself anymore
Sure
I see that loud girl trying to impress everyone
But I don't see me
Truth be told,
I don't even know who I am anymore
I don't know how my real laughter sounds like
I don't know how my real smile looks like
I don't even know if the reflection staring back at me from mirror is even me
Or did the world just blurred my vision
Am I the sweet person who's there for everyone and everything?
Am I the cruel and heartless person who couldn't care less even if someone dies at my foot?
I've been called so many things that I've lost count of it
But when the mask falls off
Who am I really?
If you ask me, I just see a dead person
Trying to fit in with the living
Is it really who I am or is there someone beneath it?
Maybe I will find it out eventually
Till then I accept this sad soul with a forced smile plastered on her face..