Perfect Pretender

pretending to be happy...

Wearing a mask of serenity around the collapsing times,

And showering an apparel of positivity along the empty space,

that's what a perfect pretender does in his ruined soul.

He shattered already into tiny pieces...

He tries to reconcile his precious puzzle within

Feigning to be in glorious paradise yet he is somehow tired.

He removed his mask of placidity.

Blood and tears flowed suddenly on the dark street.

Kneeled down cause of hatred, 

Waiting for a miracle that will change his life.

But nothing responded.

He stayed only at one side and wear again his mask.

And become a perfect pretender.