Real me

I am kind of masked by my diginity.

Recently I find some difficulty to admit that I am really sad for several things.

I don't want to be mum, by I have no choice.

Like a glass of wine in the wind,

finally become something else,

and no one,

want to teste it.

Only the glass knows how nice it was before.

But the questions is,

I am only a drop of wine......