MASK OF SILENCE

In my own home I feel caged,

My wings look trapped.

My heart feels burdened,

My mind stubborn,

At every inch of time I peal off my feelings,

Night skills my soul rather than being thrilling.

Hands and feet get all blue.

And eyes get full.

Thinking of game of destiny,

And it's forthcoming mutility.

As I shut down my eyes,

I see a figure in disguise.

I scream out loud in pain.

Thinking of the man who snatched away all my fame,

His actions were not less than any violence,

But I still wear a mask of silence