Down A Cold Desolate Road

You wish you had bundled up As you walk the cold desolate road The wind that once seemed gentle Now cuts across your face Taken over by bitterness and despair Your mind views everything an enemy Even yourself... you are your friend and foe alone Deep inside that broken soul of yours You crave for one to love you But you, who has worn that mask for so long, Seem to have lost that vulnerability in you Having lost faith in what you think is an illusion of protection You no longer trust anyone to understand you Day in day out, you make friends and enemies You hunt for love, making and breaking relations Jealousy comes easy, you are constantly insecure You create and disintegrate bonds, disstisfied all the more You're confused and lost, trying to balance a lot of things But you can't let it fade — what would people say? You resent quite a few; they have everything you don't They do it so effortlessly; why can't you? Plaster on a smile, will the stinging eyes away Good, you're doing it — you can do it everyday You sometimes wish someone would see it all But the hope is naïve — the mask is fabricated too well And in those small moments when you're at your weakest You hope for someone who shows you your strength....