I am layers upon layers upon layers .
How can you ever fathom ?
You
who believes in the crust .
Sometimes ,
the hidden layers emerge ;
baffling you .
But the crust persists .
What will you say ,
if I tell you the crust you know so well ,
is not me at all !
The mask which
you , me , everybody wears ,
this quiet , cold crust ,
to hide scorching , seething lava .
This intact sane face
hiding splintered , fragmented inside .
I would rather
you stay happy in your belief .
I peeled the layers .
See , I've burned my hands .
- Meeta .
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