A little child watching TV, I was fed clichés and stereotypes all day long. I decided I'd never succumb to being put in a box. So I changed fast and furiously, always on top of what they thought of me. If they call me x, I'll be 56. So I changed and changed, going through piles after piles of masks.
Now I have forgotten what I look like.
I go to the mirror for answers but it spits my past disdain into my face. And I stand there, tired of not being, and trying to be. All these masks have changed my face and I am lost. Forever.