I feel lost within a world of others perceptions and idealization of me. Im so lost that I have become comfortable with pain in every form. They come in with their mirrors wanting me to take a peek to look in only to tell me what I should see and think of me. What they fail to realize that I now have an collection of mask to wear for times that need me to tell you a lie. .. Because living a lie that you want me to be is something I can not see..