ACT II

Of human bondage, am I a slave?
Numbed completely by the social charade!
An internalized character I continue to play,
with a thought held in my mind,
are these truly my lines?

I say I wish to explore me.
What happened in these past few years,
I yearn to seek.
I looked in the mirror hoping it will answer.
Stupid was me, not to realise,
it was but mimicking, what I was unknowingly acting.

What end shall this play meet?

Presenting next act II