is fast approaching I feel my mask is in place, the mask I wear every day. The
happy go lucky, easy going, happy personify I display. The well liked
successful, responsible, smart and stylish appearance I keep. I never lie or
hurt anyone intentionally, I am afraid of no one I hold a small fear of animals
and I despise being judged. Once the masked is lifted loneliness engulfs my
being. I feel sad, trapped, I feel fat, ugly, and I am hurting. I am afraid of
dying young and donât want to be ever called immature or a victim.