lions

empty. That's how life is. Distant, strange, almost never follows a desirable path. Tends to be treacherous. She hides. She gives you things. Friends, happiness, loves. But all that passes. She trips you and you fall into a hole. Alone, unhappy, with no one to trust. You lose ground. scream. jump. Run. Falls. And finally, decide that no one else will make you suffer. No one else will put you down. You will wear a mask now. Not to hide, but to become immune. Immune to hatred, rancor, suffering and betrayal. Swear that not even life can find you now, since you're in disguise. However, forget that this is just a lie. You forget it's just a mask.