I woke up at 5, to complete my daily goal. Be normal. I cover my face in makeup like everyone else. My blonde hair has been dyed brown for as long as I can remember. I don't even know what I look like anymore. I don't know who I am. I subconsciously do my hair, then step back to view the result. A curled mess. I need to focus. I tell myself to stop thinking. Try again with my hair. This time I straighten it and braid it. The braid reaches my mid-back, I should get a haircut, but then people might notice that I'm different. Everyone has long hair like me. If they all decide to chop it off, I will too. I taught myself to go with the flow when I was in kindergarten. Now I am 16, almost an adult. I don't know how long I fake my life.
