we all wear masks.

infront of my bosses and colleagues i wear a mask to show how competent i'm in my current position; how confident i'm in executing the tasks i'm responsible for.. who knows that i may be sweating behind this mask of mine trying to figure out what the hell am i supposed to be doing to make sure nothing goes wrong?

infront of my parents and relatives i wear another mask to show that i'm a good son who brings home something for them after slogging my life out there in the rat and mouse race.. who knows that i really hate the way they try to use their viewpoint as a yardstick for what i'm supposed to do for the family?

infront of my friends i wear another mask, infront of the office cleaner i also wear another mask..


sometimes i just wonder how many masks do i have. is there any mask that reflects the real me? who can i face without wearing the mask?

i'll say not many. i can barely count with one hand..


how many can i really speak my heart out and expect a sincere listening ear?

again.. not many..


perhaps thats life..