Unmasking
Another day, another mask to wear, it feels so heavy, yet comforting. In all honesty, I could no longer remember those days when I didn't wear one. Maybe, it's better that way-so no one could see the horror that lies beneath. But my soul was weary, how long should I keep this act? How long will I pretend to be someone I'm not? Maybe, that's why I'm burdened with this and that. After all, I'm living the life of someone I'm not. In the end, I just want to take this mask off. But in that moment, I remember those words thrown at me: "You should be more like this" "Things would be better if you didn't do that" "Why can't you be like someone else" In the end, I decided to keep it on. After all, no one deserves to see what lies beneath. As soon as I was about to leave, a gentle voice told me to take off the mask. At first, I did not want to-after all, I was already ashamed of myself. But the gentle voice ...