Walking on and on

No sleep from dusk till dawn

Lights flash from every corner

The mask should be the protector.

The always smilling face

To hide the hideous mess

Manners upto the fashion

And actor to the last station.

But sometimes the scripts are forgotten

I act the villian then

The audience start to hate me

And I'm left again lonely.

Then I put the mask closer

And try again harder 

I should always be the hero

Or else no one would watch this show.

It's just that sometimes

The mask thins

And the mirror shows the monster

I have to hide forever, a flower.

The actor has stage fright

And runs away from the lights

The play is still unfinished

"Your heart" has been missed.