What's Inside?

at night

i never really fall asleep.

i just think, really deep,

until it shuts down with a beep.

but once i rose, it's like i didn't stop at all.

even after i fall, it keeps on turning and bouncing around like a ball.

thinking that life is like a tv show.

the drama, the action, the character flow.

when really im just lying in my bed, with my hair all tangled around like a bow.

wishing my life can be as exciting as it is,

through adventures, lores, maybe meeting a magic wiz.

where i can pretend im strong,

in reality, who knows how long.

till i crack. till i be thrown in some foamed shack.

and that's what they are for, for me.

at first glance it's messed up, but it makes me happy.

where i can relate and i can be free

free and capable to be who i am and who i want to be.

in a world filled with seas of masks,
drowning each other in bitter flask

i have my own world, that many understand and share.

in a world so bland, i have two hunters and an angel that in some way, cares.