I may leak. But I'm not weak.

This situation is bleak.

The right fret. The right chord.

The right strum.

I express my feelings in various ways.

This is one of them.

I scream. I punch the wall.

I smile and laugh.

I act.

I'm idioticly hyper.

I bleed red blood.

I can know when certain humans lie.

I can be emotionally destruct.

But those are just tests.

I believe in Karma and Dejavu.

I am Mas.

I don't try to be a poser.

Cause I love who I am.

Originality is my role.

Just because,

Mas.