Human

It's all a facade you know. An illusion to make you sense one thing while another is occurring. But the question here is which image is reality and which one is imaginary. Am I a cynic who hides behind a smile. The joy I profess a crutch to hide away from all the wounds still left inside? Am a weakling that hides behind the soldier. Will my fear not allow me to show my faults? Am I either? Am I both? Interchanging them to fit mood and situation. It is neurotic. It is human.

My pride in which I once found solace, I now find solitude.