Corrosion of identity
It's not like I have an identity to begin with. Just that I am losing myself so quickly,enough to drive me up the wall. I do not engage in actions anymore,merely feeling forced and separated from the rest of them. I tear my own mask everytime when I am alone. And force myself to mend it everyday. The cracks are already showing. How long can the mask last? Deep inside is a black hole. A gigantic one. Absorbing everything and anything. Soon the collapse upon its own core will happen.