If you had a bad connection to the world
Try to build your own empire
Where judgment won’t no longer define you
Where you can speak your mind without offending souls.
Reconnect to yourself
Don’t mind what you feel for others
Even if it’ll consume your peace of mind
Strive to look even happier
Though inside you there is a deep wound turning into a scar.
With every fake smile, there is solitude
With every happy emojis there are tears unknown
In every glance there is a sweet hello waiting to be thrown
In every breath I hold there is an invitation to a kiss I so longed.
Is this fascade?
Or just an irony
Of how we love
But ended like a burned molave
Now let go; let us do what we want to be
Walking away into our own movie.