Journal #15

My mask is one that says I'm a girl who is smart, put-together, and confident. My mask is reinforced by the nice clothes I wear, which hides how insecure and messy I really am. To others, I might look smart and put-together but it's just a mask that hides how slow-minded I am and how much I procrastinate on all the work I have to do. My mask smiles at others even though I'm in pain so that I don't bother anyone, but sometimes my mask cracks and I let people see the real me. The me who is insecure and scared of the future. The me who is lost in responsibilities. The me who is just a teenager trying to make her parents proud.