In Search Of I
In Search Of I1 min 250 1 min 250
I lost myself in the crowd of tears,
The vision of society devoured me.
I cannot find my little lamb,
She left me with my puppy.
I wear many masks.
I cannot touch my skin.
It becomes rough, It often bleeds.
On one fine morning, I attempted to put on the first mask,
The mirror laughed at me.
I met a girl,
She was naked, but not destroyed.
I was afraid.
"Excuse me, please were something
The society will tear you up"
She gave a smile.
Was it a smile or her....?
She told me, "Rhe girls who cover herself even in
Scorching summer can not be safe.
So, what is the problem of being naked?"
A sound snatched my attention.
Might be someone was coming.
I forced her to wear the mask.
Where is she?
Where are you....?