i am a slave of theatrical plays, confined by the chains of this artifical happiness i desire, for i who can no longer show what's real, depends on the script i need to embody. here i can smile with no one's awareness of the tears i hide, here i can cry and take praises, here i could be with her and be the romeo to my self-proclaimed juliet, willing to die for a happy ending. but hey dont call me a coward for it aint my fault, ive already tried to get this forced smile off of my face and everytime i do, people glue it back on again and again.
