Ah.. Sigh. my one week holiday has ended. Haha. It was so fast... Man... i wish i had a longer holiday. Oh well, End-years are right around the corner, so im going to go to MY corner, and study! :( Cheerio!

Peace- here's the poem.

Mask

Many a mask, each a different emotion

This one's happy, that one's sad

This one's angry, that one's mad

Why do we wear a mask? Each a different notion

To conceal one's face? Or to hide one's shame?

Just to look good? Or to show off one's shame?

Everyone has a thousand masks, each one not the same

Rich,poor,weak,strong,famous and even the lame.

We all utilise them, each one at a different time.

One when meeting the leaders of the world, one when committing a crime.

For example, the connected person must have many masks

using different ones with different people, and while doing different tasks

If a picture speaks a thousand words, 

Then a mask must speak none.

But, everyone does lost their mask sometime in their life.

And only when you shed your mask, is

when you actually start

living.