30 September 2012
Go on, hide your face. Hide it well. Reality can scar you Scar you with blackmail, harassment and the bitter truth. Guilt and self esteem, two different dimensions. Can't decide which to enter, they're good as each other. The decision had to be made and none were chosen, for both had the reason to scar your face. Hide it well. Advantages are merely a whisper to your morning yawn. Acidic tears which rest on her cheeks and innocent blood spilt on his wounds.. How fire meets oxygen, rawring rage. Revenge. Reluctant. Ruthless. Sit on your chair, complaining of back pain. Google your world of power, where your fists await a face. And punch. Punch harder. Punch the hardest. It's all a competition for selfish attention. Cold hearted animal. Take your advantages because no one can see your merciless face. Your scarred face. Hide behind the hard plastic veil. Blood rushing for a reply back message. Finish the mission you compete for every dusk. Return to school and don't say a word. Veil left at home .. Scarred faces visible through the crowds. Those faces you punched behind your hidden veil. Raging revengeful balls of fire stare at you. You can't hide your face anymore. No longer behind a computer screen, Taking advantage .. Time to feel the bitter reality. Time to get ..Scarred.
25.11.2010 ©Hazera Begum
Hide Your Face • Opuss № I