Masked senses

Rain is fine..
I love her giving me solitude..
This is my melancholy..
My great feeling..
Rarely beautiful..
But who are you to judge beauty..?
The beauty of senses and thoughts..
Coz everyone hides his own masks..

Peace and joy make me weak in frond of their eyes..
When i love this jail inside my head..
Choose your own faces..
Which to wear..
Which to bury deep inside the brain..

I understand the risk..
But it`s not fear..
Always pick from the variety..
Sometimes with purpose..
Some others without..
I am a broken poet for them..
Not to hide my feelings..
But to reveal them..
Those are my masks..
Pain or joy..

Tears only for me..
Not worthy enough to be shown..
If they won`t accept you..
You should never let them see..
While they never tried to see before..
This hate for mercy..
this taught me choice..

Dream..

Demand..

Believe..

Forget compromise..