Many thoughts on this little head of mine.
Consciousness deteriorates over the elusive time.
Losing myself as I ponder this temporary blockage.
Everything thrown off during this power outrage.
This mask I seem to hide behind.
I'm running from something that I refuse to find.
People are so easy to deceive because their eyes captivate an image.
Minds wonder through its pilgrimage.
I smile, but they perceive me to be happy.
If they only knew the truth, judgments will be passed; and I feel crappy.
Pain runs deep within these veins.
I can still feel the inside, gnawing away with its fangs.
Fighting for survival and my sanity.
Though constant and rigid, I stand apart from vanity.
I'm not what people have mold me out to be.
Even if people feel as if they "know me",
sad to say, you (people) never will.