Can you feel my pain? The constant need to tear myself apart? The intensity with which I loathe myself? Can you see what is eating me alive? The tears behind my bright eyes? The darkness in which I hide my inner self?
Masks for every occasion. A constant scene in which I play limitless characters... portray a plethora of emotions. The curtain will someday close, though not many even know it's open.
Freedom is what I long for. A place and time where I can be my true self. A person who understands who I am, and is not afraid. Perhaps freedom comes in the form of death. Til I try I'll never know.