The Unknown

Masking my fragile self, body and mind From the heartaches of a lost love . Going through yet another day in this place, Holding some of the best and worst memories I will ever have. The thing is, is that I knew I wasn’t the only one Wearing this mask to hide the truth Of what lies beneath the surface. Walking through these familiar halls, Getting closer and closer to the end, Or even, To a new beginning. A fresh start where I am blind to what is to come. As I sit here now, reminiscing, I am unsure of the emotions that engulf my mind. Is it pleasure of the good memories, or is it pleasure that I survived the bad? I cannot be sure, but all I do know is, Without the good and the bad of that day, of all of those days, I cannot be sure of who I would be, I cannot know who would be sitting here now, Just as I cannot know who will be standing there in the future Behind the curtain As it falls to its destiny Of unveiling.