Underneath the mask you've buried yourself into. It's coal-black. I am tired of the gulping that you do. Every day a new face. What if I unscrew. Your own identity. Wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?. The quicksand of life drags us. Down into the circle. One day. we might not catch you. I feel sorry for what you try to do. Breaking others down. to try and to pursue. Your own selfish interests. I am starting to get sick of you. Whatever happened ever since you left. You make yourself and me look like fools