I am?

Here, everyone is the same, but I am different. Here everyone is smooth and perfect, but I'm cracked and chipping away. Here everyone is open, but I must hide in order to survive. Everyone else has a solid being, I am merely a lost soul covered by a disguise/a shell that has been worn and is cracking away revealing my true self.
I must leave 'here' I do not belong. I must go before I become my true self, my soul released and revealed.
I will survive and try to find others like me that are different, others that crack, other lost souls.
I am unique, different.
I am on a mission.

I... Am.... Amissa

A/n- Amissa means lost in Latin.