There’s a dark side to all of us to which we all give up on some given days. Often there’s a battle raging inside, that seeks answers to the ever-germinating questions-about our real face.
Which one is the real one?
The brighter chirpy one who’s never kept anything inside-hidden from anyone or is it the darker one which no one knows, which no one has ever seen, not even in the hours of broad daylight. The time when even shadows are visible but the eyes of the people around can’t track down what’s right in front of their eyes.
What’s buried in the deep graves where hungry hearts, broken souls and all sorts of miseries lie in unrest without any peace, without any resent, without any expectations, without any celebrations.
To some, the brighter side is the more justified one and you feel that that’s what you need to be, that’s what the people like, that’s what they love and that’s where the journey of trying to be someone else begins when all you rather need to be is yourself.