Four walls becomes my sanctuary
Nightfall, my place of comfort and solace
The mind is where I converse freely
The world before me is a puzzled maze
My thoughts filtered to the public
My tongue held when expressing
My emotions constantly in panic
As I step outside pretending
Spiral stairs constructs as I think
Imagination and colours pours forth
But when asked my opinion my mind sinks
I masked my inability to convey with a cough
I tell the world I am this and they shun me
I conformed and praises comes pouring from them
I never knew this world I can't just be me
Back in my sanctuary is where I can vent
I believe one day I shall pretend no more
See the person beneath the fallen mask
Be the person who I am at the core
But till then pretend I will and must.