yeah I know. sometimes it's hard to just be yourself. But it hurts to be a mask. I feel every muscle straining to fit together so that it is impossible to relax and piece together naturally. I want the mirror on my wall to shatter into a million pieces and to take the puppet reflected in every shard with it. I'm sick of that face that taunts the unmasked me. I'm sick of how that image paints over my pimperfections. How those flaws that shape me don't matter. It's not our strenghts that set us apart from each other; it is our downfalls...the imperfections no one else suffers but understands through their own.