Then, one fateful day, my world came crashing down. And in the rubble, the pieces of my shattered heart.
I knew no one would accept me for my true self. So I wore a mask. It was a perfect mask, a remnant of my past self. No one could see past it. Not one person. I looked through my mask with pleading eyes, but people don't take another look at someone like me.
I've run out of tears to cry, and now I finally see that I'm truly broken inside.