Unconsciously, my hands craft a beautiful miserable mask.
Fingertips slip a piece of art to cover a frail heart.
Its shadow encourages a masquerade to believe that a task
Is beyond bearable because of the external parts.
Time goes by, blinds the significant ask
That all sadnesses are real or gangs of guards.
To avoid the fear of going in the dark
Or playing when life has all poor cards.
Consciously, my hands take out the miserable mask
And start living with beauty of truth and brave heart.
# A glimpse of Adler’s psychology concept from 嫌われる勇気