It never made much sense to me.
I watched my closest friends break their bones to fit in the box.
The masks they wore hid them.
I never truly knew them.

But I was always me.
No masks, no fitting in where I wasn't meant.
Yet, I still didn't know myself.

I realized that I wore my own masks
to hide my pain from myself and the world.
No one could know me. Not even myself.