masks poam

I don't think I like my life... 

I was expected to be perfect...

I just want to be loved, cared, and helped by a true friend...

and this is how I was treated... I was treated bad by a bunch of people

people wearing masks of perfection...

perfection masks that hide there disharmony...

I became one of them... only this time... hiding my sorrow...

anger: was pride
sadness: was abused
fear: was a world
happiness: was a mask
love: was a broken promise...