Please don’t go by the face you see.
For it is just a facade, a mask, I wear.
A masks that I do not often take off
And it is not the real me, my dear.
Don’t be fooled, by what you see,
Of the impression that I am secure,
that my life is smooth with no strife.
And my waters calm and I am in command,
and that I don’t need anyone, to steer my life.
On the surface i appear smooth
but remember, it is just a mask.
It varies and conceals my intense longing,
My confusion and loneliness, in which I bask.
Every time, when I hear from you,
I forget my mask, as you make my day.
Your touch levitates my thoughts and desires.
My hope is, you can now hear what I do not often say!