Masked

Nowadays dating is diverse, not the same alike a decade ago. Now it’s a game needs to be controlled.
You won’t accidentally bump into your love of life. No matter where you go, you need to take action.
We’re not all made of steel, others aren’t resistant. As an introvert you’re not able to talk to random people - awareness of their being unfold.
Lacking on contacts, don’t dare to ask for help. It’s embarrassing to admit helplessness, would like to hide in fiction.

I don’t enjoy parties nor social engagements, do you think I’m strange? My identity awakes in secret.
My way to socialise is to mingle around cyberspace, spread my interests. That’s how I connect with someone.
Eventually I end up with dating online, I’m afraid. Honestly I’m simplehearted and don’t want to hurt anyone, a thought cannot be crushed.
Gave a try, though didn’t knew what to expect. One caught my interest although not everything matched, I tried with that one.

That picture showed a face covered in glasses and face mask, shouldn’t I’ve been more cautious?
The reality uncovered a natural face with all its flaws. I was frightened to see the truth, why wasn’t I more considerate?
Height is something I fear, dislike picked up easily. Didn’t my complain made him realise, for me it’s nauseous.
The moment I comprehended my feels, my time to spill the truth. I thought he might be literate.

A relationship I imagined is someone I spend time with and have fun everywhere we go. I need him to be my best friend.
After the first days I was disappointed, didn’t he inspect on my face? Visits were not rare but still I felt alone.
What was the exception, everyday skin on skin without leaving house? For me that’s no fun at all. What to intend?
I spent too long at home, though felt good alone. Why should I feel lonely with an addition, I rather should have flown.

verfasst: 19.05.2018

~Mandy