I put on a mask every morning, a mask that hid the pain and the fear and the anxiety. I pretended to be happy, to be carefree. But it was all a lie. Behind the mask, I was dying. I was suffocating under the weight of my parents' toxicity.
I put on a mask every morning, a mask that hid the pain and the fear and the anxiety. I pretended to be happy, to be carefree. But it was all a lie. Behind the mask, I was dying. I was suffocating under the weight of my parents' toxicity.