Teasing, taunting sounds within my mind
disrupting peace and innocent thoughts, I find
confused suspicions dominate the kind
of image I have created in my mind.
False pretence commands my wakening soul
to smile, to laugh, to play the leading role –
The stage portrays my character, my life a scroll,
blinding mankind as the sun would blind a mole.
Deep inside eruption waits its turn,
a fire of fury eagerly to burn
An explosion of emotion I do yearn
till times dies it out and all but sparks return.©