I feel like a dog that has been beaten so much that now when he is beaten he does not even try to attack its attacker or defend itself, it just lies there and takes the beating.

So beat me, it does not even matter anymore.

I dont take the easy way out

I layer myself

I put masks on

and they start cracking

and I put more masks on

I put paint on

I put more layers

I paint smiles on

I rub frowns off

I blott away tears

I draw smile lines

as that mask starts crumbling

its another one I put on

while other masks rot below

the new mask gives me identity

for now

but who am I

there is a stranger in the mirror

staring at me

with a look of amusement or disgust in his eyes

at what I am,

quickly I put on designer shades

and paint another fake smile

fooled the world

can fool myself

and life goes on

the momentary lapse

passes on

People ask me to open up, but why?

what would they get out of it?

satisfaction of seeing a freakshow?

gossip fodder?

I am okay as I am, let me be.

Daffan kar deni chahiyen. kyun keh khud kay ilawah kisii aur kay liye uss ki koi ahmiyat naheen hoti.

Phir kyun soch soch kar, yad kar kay khud ko pagal karnay ka shoq hai.