Masks

Two musicians came to our school recently and talked about self-confidence and drugs. The thing that hit me the most was the fact that we all wear masks to hide who we truly are. We hide ourselves to make sure we're accepted by the society, to feel accepted. Most of the time, we feel miserable playing the part and that leads to many other paths. As he was telling his story, it sort of reminded me how I isolated myself into a box where no one can touch me. l mastered how to hide the truth. I think all these years of layering makes me even more sensible. There are days where I feel like I'm gonna crack. There are nights were cry myself to sleep hoping that I can let my mask down. I even dream about it. I know that day will come, but when? Will I always be what people expect me to be or will I finally breakaway from the grasp. In French, we had to write a poem about a cliché in life. At the end of the poem, I wrote "My mask has been finally been destroyed." I wrote that without even thinking why? It just sort of how I feel nowadays.

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