its an assumed duty to do so, or rather a routine actually.
it gets tired, when it becomes too hard to breathe.
it becomes too fake, when everything seem too surreal.
it feels happy, or at least he think so, when people around him are immensed into the feeling.
its deceiving its owner, as well as the people around him.
it gets too confused, between truth and lies.
it has been around, yet isnt there.
it looks strong, yet fragile at the core.
its a protective sheild when things get tough,
yet soft in nature when one retreat to solitude.
its too complicated to be understand,
yet deep down its actually quite simple.
it can feel the pain inflicting upon oneself,
yet there isnt a choice but to carry on anyway.
it may seem too defensive,
yet it has no power at all.
for if it has the power in the first place,
there wouldnt be the existence of it...