Smile.

I spend so much time masquerading as an adult, acting and thinking in such a way that society expects of me. I can feel it, I'm slowly loosing my imagination, I'm becoming different shades black. The construct is winning.

But is it such a bad thing to be so camouflaged?there's no spotlight here, just existence. Your loud thoughts never spoken, you learn to control how much to say, how much to show…

I wake up, glance at my reflection in the mirror, but not for a moment do I notice myself.

I shuffle the room to get ready, glue the smile on my face, then put on the mask society expects me to wear.

It's time to do it all again.