Are we wearing a masks . an invisible masks . A mask that conceals our identity ? A masks that deceives people of who you really are ? Which sums up to a question , who or what are you ?So many question bursts in my head,
Questions that were asked throughout the ages .
Who am I ?
Am I wearing a mask ?
Are you ? Vincent , vincent .
Why the different appearance ?
Why the different atitude?
Why the different behaviour ?
Are you real ?O Vincent , vincent .
questioning about his existant ,
when he was there all the time you needed him most.
Future ,past or present .
Who are you ?
The one i see in the mirror .
The one with eyes filled with anger .
The one I felt so familiar with .
Are you a mask , a put on ?
One I use to play my drama ?
Just an act ?
Is this who I am? or is this just reality .
If i'm also an act , a mask wear ,
why do I then condemn you ?
Was it because I felt cheated .
or isit because I feel so much pain inside ,
Is it because i fell in love with a mask ?
Did I really fell in love , with a mask ?
questions ... masks ... hatred ...
I hate the sight of you . Away from me .
I beg of you.
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