Siddarth Vidhya
My life feels like a masquerade.
The masks I wear, the secrets I share, the wounds I bear—
Everyone so desperate to dance on a web of deceit.
Every word hidden beneath a shallow veil of lies,
every truth a strand of silk,
weaving the hands of self-righteous fools to dance
as unwitting puppets to an illicit usurper.
Echoes of memories from the past fill the halls
as I, too, become a puppet
to the very monster I wish to quell.