king of masks
I've learned a lot about myself in the last few months. I've learned some of my motivations, some of my issues, a lot of my fears. I've learned about insecurity, and how I have let it control me. I've learned that I don't need attention to be okay. I've learned how far I still have to go. I see more of my father in me than perhaps I was willing to admit. I see more of my mother in me than I was able to recognize. I have dreamed up my own self-importance in many ways, and worn masks to deceive others into believing some of the things I wanted so badly to be true. I don't care whether they're true anymore. I think it's more important to be okay, and leave masks for others.