10/03/2025
When the night descends,
the mask begins to slip.
The role I master in daylight,
at night, laughs at my script.
I claim to be unshaken,
shouting it through the day,
but in this hollow silence,
I fold like paper, lost to the night.
I boast;
Nothing matters anymore.
Yet on these towering walls,
that old clock with every tick,
hurls my past at my face like a blow.
The face that once ruled the mirrors,
now stares back with hollowed eyes.
The sun let me hide behind veils of pride,
but darkness strips me of my disguise.
