Pen and Paper

Other Side

Each day I woke up, I keep on thinking what I'm going to do,

To hide my feelings and keep it secure.

I'm a great pretender too,

No one knows it cause no one can figure.

My life is full of lies,

Or maybe it's just the perception that I hides.

Everyday I wear my happy mask,

For no one else could ask.

Dark side of the world is where I reside,

Full of sadness and mysteries inside.

Is there someone willing to take my hand,

And atleast burry all my sorrows in the sand?