I've always had this voice in me that said that I need to be known. It has caused me trouble and led me to act irritational. Of course, that didn't work. No matter what though, I must exist. I am suffocated and drowned out by the world, yet I persist and insist to be real. I put on different masks to express this. At some point I believed masks were wrong, I must show my real self. But when further examined, I saw there was no real self, the mask is more than a cover, it is the medium of which one is able to communicate with another. And when I looked at my mask, it felt gross and wrong and forced upon me. I wanted a difference mask but the universe offered no other mask. So I picked and picked at it, stitching on new parts, over and over. Then maybe I'd build a new mask, and keep the old. Maybe I can combine them to make an ultimate mask.