The Veil of Masks
Masks are present in all humans, whether to hide the truth or to conform to societal expectations. They are a constant, an undeniable fact, at least for me. Every time I die, a new mask is awakened, each one representing a feeling or emotion from my tumultuous mind. They are me, but I am not them. These masks speak incessantly in my head, arguing with each other and overlapping, creating a clamor of voices and thoughts. They confuse me, making each moment of clarity a rarity. Sometimes, I just wish for a little silence, a break from the multiple personalities that haunt me and the voices that never cease. Instead, I am constantly bombarded by these projections of myself, making every attempt at mental peace an unending struggle. Perhaps, in the end, this is my true talent.