We are bound,
By our haunting pasts
And our uncertain futures,
The two are similar
Silently harboring an uncontrollable fear,
Lurking around the corners of our mind,
Plagiarizing an appearance to the outside world,
A face to mimic emotions to keep others secure with their own
existences as to not shift the tectonic plates of normalcy,
You, of course, accept these circumstances from the contract of life,
But would rather not make waves,
So your crown is straight, your smile bright,
Though the broken shards of mirror dwell within,
You manage, you always manage.
