I often look in the mirror and feel a deep hatred for the person I see. It's like watching a stranger, a buffoon wearing a permanent mask, unable to be genuine. Jokes and smiles are just shields that hide a fragile soul torn by anxiety and fear.
I have tried countless times to open up, to talk about what I feel, but every time an invisible wall rises between me and others. The thought of exposing my vulnerabilities paralyzes me. I'm afraid of being judged, of being considered weak or inappropriate. And so, I retreat into my shell, convincing myself that it's better to stay alone, locked in my own mind.
I am a prisoner of my own thoughts, unable to escape. Night, when it should be the moment of quiet and reflection, becomes a scene of fear and insecurity. Looking up at the dark sky, I feel lost in its immensity, overwhelmed by the feeling that I don't belong here.
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In the search of Humanity
No Ficcióna human being who loses the context of human life.
