Masked And Empty

Trying to live up to these expectations of greatness
But still having these frustrations due to my limitations.
Wandering why I’m alive, sometimes
Thinking that there’s no point whether I live or whether I die.
But I don’t complain…
Because I know people who are in even more pain.
I know they’re stressed
With work, ‘success’, yet still say, “we’re blessed”
When it feels like the opposite.
So what do I do? I contain my true feelings,
Maintain those kind greetings.
I’m still hoping and dreaming for healing.
Wanting to honour the people who love me like a daughter,
Yet feeling like I having nothing to offer
To my mother and father