I reckon it's better for me to remain in the corner
Reminiscing the past.
Instead of exposing myself under the spotlight
I’d rather stay covered by the veil
Of my alter ego.
I stuffed myself with the veil
The blackness overwhelmed me.
I tried not to breathe.
My chest felt the stabbing pain
My mind wandered
My throat swelled.
I couldn’t breathe
But I breathed.
I play with the wire
Attempt to walk on the tightrope.
The idea of giving in has been dragging me
Ever since…
Hidden,
Buried,
Secured.
They call it a double life
I regard it as a part of mine.
Indispensable.
The redness on the porcelain white
Poignant
But stunning.
I am a china doll
Wrapped up in the veil.
