Once, I was the person I wanted to be, but today, I try to be the person I should be. For each facet of my life, I put on a different mask – so many roles, so many masks. The masks allow me to always appear perfect, to be what is expected of me. Yet, when I look in the mirror, my fading self stares back at me, the true essence of who I am. But with each passing day, the mirror grows cloudier, and I am losing myself.
The Burden of My Masks