Bitter Sweet Victory

I vehemently seek
The silence of a contented soul.

My mind -
A cacophony of questions
Makes me question my own integrity
Today.. I become my own question.

Am I.. what am I?
A puppet at the hands of love?
A spineless being of love's making?
An oxymoron of my own principles?

I wear
Masks.. vivid, happy, poignant, strong, brave, guiltless..

Hiding behind these dozen faces,
I now search
For that one face that I hide from -
Mine!

You..
Are a question?
My oxymoron?
My hindered love?

The reason behind my relentless restlessness!
The personification of my own weaknesses;
A time I strive to win over.

Victory.. you taste strangely bitter sweet today!