I started thinking about me
What identity do I possess?
What world do I belong in?
I don’t know my name anymore…
I don’t know my colour…
I don’t know my existence
What pride have I left?
Every bus taken consists of the odd fools here and there
The ones THEY call normal
Every turn I make, They laugh and THEIR normal.
Even the breaths I take are shallow, why?
Because I can’t fathom to release my Mask
It’s cage attached to...