Speaking less as the day dies down.
Beginning to stand alone as the light fades away
Into the dark rain.
Beginning to become even more neutral and emotionless as the time runs the world.
I lost the fake expressions that stood as my mask.
My mask,
Old and thought to be real,
Is nothing but a fragment of my desires and wishes.
I don't find the need to give effort to fake smiles.
I don't need concerns from society of my lack of reaction or smiles.
I understand their views,
But every heart has their own ways of expressing when needed and wanted.
I just need my straight face and adaptable heart.
My adaptable heart
That stays neutral with no need of reactions.
I have no need of overpowering rain of smiles,
I just need my rain of peace for my chaotic mind.