Behind The Mask

She,
Who could have anyone she wants,
Chose to be alone instead.

She,
Who could have all the happiness in the world,
Chose to feel hurt instead.

She,
Who generally have no problems in the world,
Chose to feel burdened instead.

She,
Who could be the heroine of the story,
Chose to be the villain instead.

She,
Who could attract the warmth of companions,
Chose to hide behind the mask instead.

She,
Who could have a bright future,
Chose to wallow in past instead.

One of my classmates,

Who has quirks for observing people,

Says he cannot read me.

He starts calling me "Batman" because of the mysterious aura,

But the truth is,

I've had enough with nicknames.

Vet and Ana are enough,

Because those names stick with me since forever.

I was actually intrigued by his remarks,

Because usually people says I'm just a bubbly, child-like, people-person.

Though them girls,boys, and my sister knows that is actually bullshit.

But with his observation saying I'm unreadable,

Makes me feel inferior more than ever.

I'm scared he will starts trying to reach out and grabs my mask,

To see the little girl I've been hiding all these times.

I don't want that.

I want to keep her as long as I live.

Away from other people who cannot climb my wall.

Stop trying to cross the lines.

Stop coming any closer.

I'm scared.

Yet perplexed at the same time.

Curious.