Confessions (2010)

Paper on the desk,
Pen in my hand,
Writing my life down,
And just where I stand.

They say I got the life,
And maybe I do,
But they don't seem to know,
What I've been through.

A different story,
They tell me to write,
“We’ve gone tired of this,
Lets hear something light”.

So a mask I put on,
To please only you,
But what I will utter then,
Is far from what’s true.

But hush now,
Lets not recall about all that,
Just smile and say hello,
As I don this new hat.

A fanatical tale ,
This may turn out to be,
Although both of us know,
This isn’t the real me.

But this smile I hold,
Will not turn upside down,
The mask will stay,
Till it turns a caramel brown.

Breakaway will the mask,
When the rust triumphs from within,
Face the consolidating task,
Of taking it all in.

That disguise can be replaced,
For the next jamboree,
And decay again it will,
Till I can finally be set free.

As futile as this may sound,
Some of you may still see,
That trifling point,
That’s unnoticed easily.

I know this is extensive,
And I’m grateful for your time,
Which is why I made it easier,
And upheld this rhyme.