This masquerade is getting older...

" After time the bitter taste of innocence decent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide..."

All these masks again...I somehow can't escape them, no matter what I do. I wear so many these days...and the reasons?I've got none. Sometimes the situations you're involved in, the people you have to communicate with...all this makes you transform into so many people...I don't believe in being yourself all the time. It's impossible. I've tried so many times, but the circumstances always push me towards changes. I like me, as a person, but there's this part of me which gets hurt so easily that I have to pretend I'm someone else. Like in this very moment. I must act as if I'm okay even if in fact it's the opposite of OK. But my attitude won't change the situation. Not in the least bit. So I've decided not to care about it. The problem is that I forget who I really am. When you wear so many faces...you can't be honest with yourself anymore. Let's just hope that I'll get the balance right one day and this nightmare will end. But till then...I'll play pretend like it goes naturally...