Who am I?
I am made of many masks.
Each stacked up upon the other.
They have a mind of their own
And I sit back and watch my life take place before me.
Who am I?
Am I a psychopath?
They say that psychopaths create themselves according to the world around them.
They are unable to feel, but feel only what they create according to their world.
I live a life
Based off not emotion,
But what the world around me dictates what I should feel.
I am a slave to reality.
Every joy I have felt has been felt because I should have felt it,
Not because I wanted to.
These masks that consume me are created off the basis of society.
I sat in pre school and looked at the crying children around me.
I let tears stream down my cheeks and as I was asked why I was crying
I felt nothing.
I am a puppet to society
Finally realizing that every movement is not my own.
How to I break these frail strings that bind me
When I don't even know what my face truly looks like.