New places, new faces
The only difference is the new faces
She sees look back at her
Disdain at the music she listened to
The clothes she wore
The way she spoke
Their minds so closed to a world
Outside of their own
They could not bear to look at her face
...so she put on a mask.
She turned off her music
Changed her wardrobe
Bit her tongue instead of speaking.
She was drowning in her alter ego
Nauseated by the game she was playing
When she touched her face, she felt the mask
She felt it solidifying, melding with her skin
Until she could not tell where her game of pretend started and the real her ended.