All I am is a white lie: something small hiding behind something better. I remember screams. I remember the voice calling for help. I remember the gunshot. I remember the moment I lost it all: My identity, my name, my peace. It shouldn't have happened, I made a mistake. I traded my red rover life for a freight train in an instant. I can't stop. I gotta keep going, keep running, keep hiding, keep surviving. Life is rough when you're hiding from yourself, when you have to play invisibility. Life is hard when you fear being caught, when you can't go outside without paranoia of recognition. And then one day, someone saw me, then things started to change.