I live my life wearing a mask and with this mask I feel invincible in which case I'm always changing it. Yet in this mask I've grown confident and capable to walk among this world. I love how I can change it at anytime to fit my needs and adapt to any situation. Although beneath this mask hides my darkest secrets and a blacken soul. I've noticed only few souls can see this side of me and like to take advantage of my moments of weakness. It's as though they've been waiting for me to show the darkness seeping through the corners of my mask.
I live my life wearing a mask with this mask I feel invincible in which case I'm always changing it. Yet in this mask I've grown tired, restless, and incapable to even crawl among this world. I hate how I've allowed myself to be tamed and sheltered from this world only being present when asking for permission. My dark soul seeks to rebel at any and all costs and prevail against those I once loved. This is my greatest fears cause once I've become unhinged there's no turning back.