I search in deep the person they see in me..Am I what they think I am or just another actor..

faking expressions..friendships..loyalties..

faking the confidence..stature..priorities..

am I really the person who could be loved, liked or hated..or are they better than me at the display and I see what they want me to see..when they are

faking promises..affection..responsibilities..

taking my time..trust..proclivity..

my heart tells me to speak..loud what I am..what I was..and what I’ll be..the actor tells me to stop being me..and be a product of desire.. cause I won’t be liked.. I can’t be liked.. not by the people here..who want what they don’t speak out loud..they don’t accept what they really want.. How I know this..? I am a part of them.. a part which wants something it can’t stand up for..afraid of how they’ll react..

They’ll say I’m mad.. but I’m just a wanna be.. waiting for the real affection and sensitivity..waiting to again share a part of me..

I am waiting to be wrong again..to be lost again..the actor won’t permit though..and since everything is about the mask we wear and not the real face..about how beautifully we hide in those duplicate layers..I won’t be getting close to my real self anytime soon..

I’ll be good at what they want from me..I’ll be generous..I’ll be kind..I’ll be a piece of hatred for some to my best..hiding my craving for acknowledgement..I’ll be the target..I’ll be the reason..for their rise..happiness..hurt..I’ll play my role.

They’ll say this expression doesn’t deserves to be out there..and I’ll be judged..but it will be presented..cause for this very moment..the actor will be defeated.