My life is a game of hide and seek.
I will hide,
and I will seek,
until I whither my life away.
As I seek,
I where a mask,
a mask that reflects what I'm searching for.
A mask that shows that I'm full.
But I'm not.
As I hide,
I am free.
Free to be myself,
free to be me,
as long as no one can see.
But I'm not.
When I seek,
I must hide.
When I hide,
I must seek.
I need to find myself,
but I am pressured to hide myself.
I seek for myself.
I hide from myself.
I avoid myself,
and I repel myself.
I am two halves of a whole.
When I find myself,
I divide myself,
and the cycle repeats.
Over and over again.
Until I am nothing.
