Sometimes it is hard to know what to do. Either to stay or run; to be screaming with joy or crying your heart out; or to remember or forget. Or to plainly be there. So many choices that you think you get to pick.

If you are faced with a dilemma do you put it off or finish it to get it over with?

What if you just want the other people in the world to figure out your problems? Um, I don't that is going to happen.

People always say that you can't keep everything bottled up inside, to let it out instead. But then when you switch positions, who do you believe?

So after all of these thoughts and questions that go pounding through your head, you make a shell. At the end I made a shell. So how do I take it off? How can I make all of those pains go away? How can I ever go back?

You don't. They don't. You can't.

You morn. You think. You love.

But you can never take that mask of pain away.

Someday, Somehow.

You move on.