Sometimes, I think it’s finally over. I thought I was brave enough.
But other times, I realised that it isnt really done yet. I realised I was dumb.
Now, I’m scared, because I don’t exactly know what I’m thinking.
I failed to be what I thought I was.
The worst was over. Perhaps? But I know what lies ahead is going to be far more painful than what I thought it would be.
Because what lies beneath the mask is the feeling that comes from within. Real fear reveals when the mask is removed.
It’s painful, and I’m scared. I dont know whats before me…
They say that in life, whats yours, is yours. But I can’t even look ahead, how am I know know what’s mine before me?
The dawn’s breaking in a couple of hours, I guess it’s time to put on the mask again.
I’m truly scared.
Will you please be there for me?
But, you, is relative.
I’m still scared 😥
P.S. You’ll catch me when I fall? Then again, you, is relative.