The feeling of loneliness always emanates from my heart when I am in that common room. Surrounded by people veiled in masks, I feel emptiness being apart by the people I have lost in a battle. The masks of these common people brings shiver to my bones. Their wicked facades of smiling faces and grins always bring me second thoughts of loyalty. As I stand at the middle of these dancing crowd, my mind is torn between friends and rivalry. In a battle I know people lose and some win, but in my case,I am losing to these crowd.

In this little cage of mine, will I ever be free from the facades of this masked identities?