Mask

5 January 2016
Mask

Looking back at how I spend my time in school since Day 1, I wonder where my courage came from. The mask that I wore to school... The mask that I forced people to see me as. The mask that was never truly me.

Now that things happenned, I am sortof glad that I can at least be myself. I found myself being able to putting away the mask. And for that, I am proud of it.

Not only that, I found myself unknowingly able to let other see into me. At least, in front of some. And for that, I am thankful for them. Genuinely.

I do not have to be so fake anymore just so I feel well-liked. Because honestly speaking, that was not who I am. 

That mask was not me.