Historias de Weakside

My mask that reveals nothing about my lost heart. My mask of plays that hides my true feelings; I do not want anyone i love or care about worry about my pitiful worries or woes. My mask is just my outside shell, my other me, and my perfect me. Without my mask I am just a small,pitiful,useless, weak bug that will never survive the world. My mask is everything to me..............