Masks

This life is something I do not understand

its a fate I find hard to accept;

I try to hold the reins of these tears

but how do you breathe in air too cold for your lungs

it hurts like a sword piercing the very gist of this heart;

the diversity of these masks is almost dreadful

its the only thing I can accept here

the difficulty of this place makes it easy to hate;

suitcases and a plane ticket is a dream of my own

I think of it everyday; sleep with it every night.

If I could go back to where it all didn't matter,

the happiness I wished for so much would be abundant; it would be too much

it could fill the oxygen around me,

almost as if it suffocated me.

I could live that life; it would be enough for me to get by.

It would be a moment where the ever changing disguises would forever be constant.

That is the moment that I will wait for;

till then, I continue to live in a world

where reality is more rare than utopia