Scars

I have many of them. Scars from the bad times. The depression, the sadness. But there are also scars from the good times. The adventures and the parties. But it is the scars from the bad times that people notice. No one pays attention to the stories behind the good scars. Sadly, it is the … Continue reading Scars

Mask

My mask is slowly crumbling. Falling away. Revealing my true self. How will I live without it? I hate what is behind this mask. I despise everything that hides there. I want the mask to become my true self. I need my mask. My true form is ugly It’s terrifying I can’t let you see … Continue reading Mask