What's on my face?

Years of nurture
and only mom's care;

the adolescence grew up

in this world, unfair.

So innocent the eyes

and so was the heart;

believed all true

in this world, fast.

It was a collision

of reality and illusion;

everything wears mask

in this world, natural none.

We sail on tides of time

simplicity is divine;

show me whatever you all are

in this world of mine.

Putting a smile on face

finally I also wore a mesh;

hiding myself into my knees

as if there is no case.

Individuality is delicate

created by the fate;

to be disclosed to few

or else get ready for a net.

I search for a mirror

to show me without fear;

what's on my face?

and let me be her mirror.