A clever diguise.  One we put on when we come face to face with others.  We pretend to laugh, to love, to feel happy whilst we hide our true selves.  We pretend we give a damn about those who pretend to give a damn about us.  Then, when all is said and done and we have retreated, we rip off our masks with haste. We forget the world that is beyond us and succumb to the everlasting loneliness that continues to beckon.  We are the burdens of others and to be cared for is to become a problem.  But we want to believe we have some purpose in our lives, that we have something to do but doesn't everybody?  We are to live then to die, then live in a spiritual world or live another life, or whatever becomes of us when we take our last breath.  Yet as each moment passes, we continue to believe in hopes that something good will come out of it.  But another attempt to escape this wretched existence as we try to pick up the broken pieces leaves another scar that will forever remain.  For us, there's only a dim light that continues to grow weaker and weaker until we're left alone in the dark...