When the fireworks remain unseen
In the pitch blackness of our hearts
And I wear a mask
To hide my face
I walk to doors unknown
And ask for happiness
In small quantities
The only place I can
Gain it from
But slowly
As time goes by
More and more of the doors
Close on me
And even the light
Shining through4
The glass
Fades
I can no longer
Find my way home
No matter
I could not call it that anyway
One more door.
One last chance
But is there any point?
Though I wait
And I hope
For one
To take off my mask
And make me realise
That I do not need the costume
To have happiness
With them
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