an eerie silence droops over the city,
hanging there like an arc,
suffocating oneself,
its presence still hidden and ignored.
reluctant to acknowledge its existence
'cause who would want to be vulnerable?
at times, i look at myself
admist this darkness that surrounds,
and i can't make out which is which.
mind overflowed with thoughts
running through my head endlessly
will i ever make out of it?
i don't know,
delusion and confusion brimming over,
unsure about my being and essence,
because everyday, i find something new to hide.
loosing my authenticity, they say
but do they know, why?
dressing into this foolish mask again,
embodiment of insecurity and feeling inadequate,
draining me out to core.
unassertiveness taking the better of me,
feeling voider and voider each day
hopefully, i will make out of it, i think.
a train of thoughts breaks,
bringing me back to reality,
indifferent from my musings
that arose moments ago.
i look over the lights in the city
and all i see is gloom.
waiting for my turn to shine
for once, to be able to show my light,
forgetting that sadness exists even in the sunshine.
all the lights i see is gloom,
but somewhere between this gloom
maybe, oneday i will bloom.
