Mask Monologue

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Sometimes, I feel like I’m putting on a mask whenever I go out. Having to act out my whole personality. Meeting up with friends has began to feel faker, I have to be the happy, cheerful, extroverted friend when in reality all I want to do is go home and watch Netflix. It’s like my persona is a lie. Running into a friend while shopping for books, meeting a new person, I have to put this mask back on, start the act all over, the weight of the lies are killing me. Why can’t I be the normal me? Why am I afraid of this? It's too hard to change now. You can’t go back now. The voices scream at me. You can’t stop the play when it’s only half way done. I can’t keep this mask on forever. Why? Why do I hide myself in this false costume? Will people
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