can you tell from their disguise?

i can't remember what i was thinking, what i was dreaming.

what matters and what dosen't.

i can't seem to differentiate what's right and what's not.

was it love or was it affection?

what's you and what's them?

recognising and differentiating seems impossible for me.

oblivious i may be.

jubilant has always been a splurge for me.

one fine day, i woke up with the world oh-so different from what i've dreamt.

looking into the mirror, staring at someone i can't seem to recognise.

i tried to scream, but i'm silenced with fear. 

what i'd thought was justified was just a mirage.

smile and pretence are everyone's perfect disguise.

when you're unable to defend yourself, people starts taking off their masks and hit you doubly hard.

they'd blame it on your stupidity and ignorance.

they'd blame it all on others.

people just can't see how ugly they were.

no one would ever admit their wrong.