Array a Mask, they say,
They say, wear a guise.
Don't bottle up, they say,
And don't let the reality perish.
Facade is preferred over a heart;
A heart that's broken, burned and crushed.
You are selfish, they say,
Bear your burden, wrap it with a smile;
Shoulder it with all your might.
Chin up, they say,
Still the strong stride is not proud,
Flakes away innocence, naivety and novelty.
Do as I say, they say,
Be my slave; though is left unsaid.
It's not all despair, they say;
They say, they care,
But it constricts my breath;
Thickens my throat,
To admit what i already know is false.
After all, It's all just a farce world;
A web woven, a command enforced.
© 2018 Afifa Saleem