The more I think about who I was the more I want to lock myself out of this world, its eating at my soul, turning my heart black. Making life more complex, my thoughts are deeper than they once were. I feel different, I see things different, I see people and hear things for what they really are. Questions race through my mind on a daily basis, I'm searching for the answers within myself, although the answers are right there I cannot find the place where they are. The person who I was stares back at me through reflection, it tells me who I am today is just a put on, a mask that is now my new identification. I'm ID as a pretender...