Suiting and adapting to a new environment,
Trying best to maintain the bond,
With all the might.
I have to create a new ME,
Just not to let my innocence and childishness show.
Wearing a mask everyday,
Of those fake smiles and bombastic laughs,
Cutting up those edges that once held me alive,
Peeling off the skin of senses that once built my dignity.
Realizing the fact that me isn't the real me anymore,
The fear has started to show.
The way of speaking,
The way of behaving,
The way of... ...
The influence is so attempting,
But NO,
I do not want to change.
Perhaps this is how the real world look like,
A community of people with different personality.
The steps you take (no matter ticks or thuds),
Must be slow, still and steady.
Or else you may have to pray,
For the best of the decision you've made.
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| Beware, the road may be deadly. |
The sign is always there,
And the path is yours to decide.
Safe or not safe,
Only you will know.
Better stay safe than pray,
By shoving away those influences that may weaken your soul.
I am who I was,
I wish.
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