The true part of me lies somewhere deep within, even I know not where. My outer core is merely an elusion that I play to keep up what people have thought of me in their heads.
My reflection is of someone I am not familiar with, I spend hours staring at myself trying to decipher my eyes for hidden codes of where my true self has gone.
But alas, I am looking into a stranger’s eyes when I look at myself.
Maybe it lurks within the shadows, trying to escape the darkness of the other world. My true self is merely a memory now, a person I used to know that I don’t talk to anymore.
Maybe it will return to me one day and I can stop playing this facade of a character. I dream of the day my true self jumps out from the shadows and into the light.
I have worn this mask for so long, I don’t know what’s real anymore.
~Most people aren’t the kind of people they like to think they are~