The whispers

Loud and clear,

As if they were meant

Only for me to hear.

Getting louder

With every step I take.

Living a facade,

The talk that goes around

Was nothing more

Than a charade.

Save the me,

Who once used to be;

A mask plastered

Across my face.

When was it too late,

To turn back?

Have the waves,

Taken me away with them?

Or do I still

Have some time?

The actual face,

Suffering from disgrace.

Voices that

Show no mercy,

Words that will hurt

Don't matter anyway.