My mom would always tell me to be myself. But she explained that we all wear three masks. The first one is what we show the world at first glance. The second is the one we show our close family and friends. The third is who you really are.
Last season's masquerade was full of love and bright colors. Everyone was happy and our masks looked the similar.
This season, my masks are very different. My outermost mask has a beautiful smile and gorgeous doll eyes. My second has a smaller smile and no eyes. My last has cracks in it; for it has been broken and broken but I was somehow able to glue it together.
I wish that next season will be better. I wish I could only have one mask. I wish this masquerade would end already.
