Happy or sad,
You play the character,
Until you're completely dead.
Ponder on it,
Live your life around it.

The courage to speak of it
Doesn't come from a beautiful place.
Yet you stayed inside that
Uncomfortable dress.

You think of her the whole day,
Still, you choose the mask
When she appears in your way.

How sad it is—
You often cross her path,
Yet never look at her face.
Instead, you focus only
On her shoelaces.
Still, your character smiles
Through this pitiful day.

Lies and lies you say—
What good has your character
Done till this day?
“He never desires everything,
He never asks for anything.”
His wishes remain unwritten,
Yet his prayers are often heard.