By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Am I someone or something?
Do I fill a space or is there really nothing…
The depths of your smile are now concrete,
Where you hide your sadness and
demise in-between.
Shall I keep on pretending?
This theatrical show I display,
Is it hysterical? surely you’re happy,
Happy with someone else to
witness my shame.
Where is this going, should we just go back?
The journey was far but your heart was left,
I never thought of the end and stayed in the beginning,
We were led by promises, sworn with lies.
