My hidden feelings go deep into my soul.
No one, no pain, allowed in.
My old masks, once regarded as treasures,
go unpolished and neglected.

The center of my thoughts revolve around
uncertainty, with it, my liberation.

Why must loyalty live on
continue when all else has died?
Why must it suffocate, rebuke any retaliation?

My tormented mind grasps for relief.
The door I try to close, remains open,
still unwilling to accept...
the passing of a friendship.