Behind those brown eyes is a veil of despair even amidst your laughter. A subtle falsehood lingers on your smiling teeth. There's a hidden limp in your gait as you hurry to race against time itself.
You offer the warmest hugs yet keep your heart a distance from every touch. Graphic tees don't conceal the truth: you have been reduced to skin and bones. Surrounded by friends, yet bound by chains of uncertainties you find yourself solitary. As night falls, you curl into a fetal position, seeking solace reminiscent of the protective embrace of the amniotic sac.
And in the mirror, a stranger stares back, unrecognizable, lost in the labyrinth of self-discovery.