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Drama. Comedy. Amazing.
The 3 words i will use to describe this life.
The life of Derrick.

Masquerade
"All the world is a stage and all the men and women merely players" - Shakespeare

I cant agree more with this line. The world is really like a stage, and every day it is a masquerade. Everywhere i turn, i find myself surrounded by people wearing masks, never revealing their true identity to me. I am so confuse, for i do not know the people that i thought i knew. All this time i have been living in my own world, expecting the best from humanity. Little did i know reality was ready to give me a hard punch in my face.

Reality is something that unfolds as you get older. I realise that getting older doesnt come by age, but it comes from lessons of life that you learn on the way. Each lesson you learn makes you more mature, allowing you to turn the pages of your life's book, to enter the next anticipated chapter, before you hit the last page.

Ever since i left secondary school, i have been fired with so many lessons. My eyes have been opened. To my horror, the once perfect life i thought i once had came crashing when the truth was revealed. As i begin to see through the mask people wear, i realise something is blocking me. I feel like im starting to lose a part of myself and my vision is getting blur. It is when i look at my reflection then i realise that i too am wearing a mask.

I guess it's time I run far, far away
find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same
it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.