i'm not someone who is good with words,

i smile at things people may find crazy,

i smile at their futile efforts to be perfect.

I wonder why they try so hard to be someone they are not,

they are all perfectionist,

yet i see the cracks, their flaws

i can see deep down they are crumbling inside.

bit by bit, pieces by pieces

as they try hard to hide the tears behind their masks

we all like this, we are so used to acting in front of others,

we are all great actors, all behind a mask.

Yet somehow i wonder

which laughter i'm hearing

which smiles i'm seeing

are the genuine ones.

remember when we were young

we still are, actually

just that we occupy ourselves with

the complication of the world.

we used to have a world of our own

we never have to worry about the dramas

all we have to worry about is whether

the weather will be right for us to play

under the sun.

we have all changed our views.

would i say naive?

i used to wonder why those simple

things can just put a smile in my face.

no more tears

no more acts

yet when we were still that naive

we wished to grow up

to be more mature in our thinking

looking back in the past

used to a daily routine

wondering to myself what exactly went wrong

All the ifs and the buts.

All the maybes and the perhaps.

they all starting to mean nothing.

so what IF that happen,

MAYBE that happen,

look in the mirror

we all hate changes

but we looked at ourselves

in the reflection, we all have changed.

emotionally, physically and in our thinkings.

they say this, they say that

all the opinions of others,

where's yours?