Senandika

Yesterday she tried to camouflaged as if she's the happiest person in the world. It went well by the end of the day. Today she disguised herself as if she's one carefree person. She hides perfectly that no one knows her very own self. Appearing nonchalant and reserved and no one asks why Tomorrow will be one tough day because she's ran out of masks But what's the point of using masks anyway when the anxiety keeps coming.....

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There are times when she is not okay As if the world turned upside down As if the world hates her very own self A friction between her and her very own self Times when she's feeling distressed By the hollowing anxiety By the pressure from her very own self Could she ever be at peace with her own self? Could she ever stop worrying and being scared of everything? Could the unpleasant, vexatious things go forever? From her who's emotionally unstable and trying to fix the wreckage