A lonesome silence, haunted in my lonely soul,
Screams loud to break glass of my zone, my persona,
A hidden creature comes out of me, my essence,
My existence splits in two parts, anonymous to planet.
Unheard, unfamiliar, unknown stranger for all habitats,
It is hideous, impulsive, weeps in dark and sheds tears,
Complains to God, ‘Why me?’ twinge and unrestrained,
It is pessimistic, demanding, grasping and self-centered.
A crowd is assembling for phony customs illustration,
Go back, my dark shade, gloominess, my desolation,
My anguish, agony is not to demonstrate and to exhibit,
I veiled my ache under makeup face and laughed loud.