• My true self is hidden, hidden deep beneath a mask.
    A mask of porcelain hiding all of our true feelings.
    No one knows the true wearer, only the wearer itself.
    No true words can describe you. Only you can truly understand yourself.
    If one does not understand themselves, hope is not lost.
    In time, the pieces shall appear and only you can figure out how to piece them together.
    My mask is heavy, for I do not understand myself and no will ever understand me either.
    My pieces shall appear and I shall put them together, as shall you with your pieces.
    The porcelain mask will soon disappear and everyone shall see the real and true you...