Facade

What should I do?

The mask is slipping,

The tears are streaming,

My smile, too, is dropping,

What should I do?

Seems like my mask is falling.

Seems like the mask,

I worked so hard for,

Is now, finally cracking.

Seems like my heart,

It's finally breaking,

Breaking into bits,

And piercing my soul,

Until it bleeds so much, that it's no more,

The happy facade I kept on,

Is now nearing its end,

Oh but I do wonder,

Why the bleeding doesn't hurt,

I kept walking towards,

The fiery pits of facade,

Only to drown,

In the depths of despair.

I do wonder,

Why do I welcome the pain?

Perhaps, because it makes me feel alive.

Perhaps, because at last,

I will be found.

I prayed and prayed,

To God,

That someone will find me,

At last,

Just like in childhood,

They sought us out,

When we played the game of "hide and seek",

Maybe deep down,

the child was waiting,

Waiting to be found,

Waiting to be saved,

Waiting with batted breaths,

As it was nearing its end.

And just like that nobody came,

While the little child died,

All in vain.....