Picture this is based off of: http://www.inkdryerdesign.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/7b00b34e9dee0411.jpg*

I’m lost in this world.
I have no place to go.
Not a person to love.
Not a place to call home.

I remember this beach. When I was young, I would run around and play here. Not a care in this world. Why should I care? The world belonged to me then.

A mask to cover up.
The flaws deep inside.
But it’s been made clear,
There’s no way to hide.

The warm smoke rises up into the cold air. I fight the urge to choke, and close my eyes. I can remember a little girl with blonde pigtails. Holding hands with a man and woman. Skipping down the beach, leaving footprints in the sand.

Now the footprints are gone,
Just memories remain.
They can be made again,
But they’ll never be the same.

They left me too soon, that man and that woman. They left me, they left me, they left me. Alone in this world. Forever alone, walking these beaches by myself. All by myself. And they’re never coming back.

The world is too big,
And I am too small.
I can stand at my highest,
But I’m still not that tall.*

The beach is abandoned, except for one person. I’m here, finding my place. On this old, abandoned beach. Trying to find out who I am, and where I belong. And until I find out, this mask will always cover my face.