hide and seek.

what's in an identity anyway? this mask i'm wearing is way too thick, too well-wrapped a parcel that i've given up unwrapping. for every layer unwrapped, it's rewrapped thrice. i give up. i'm no longer the girl you used to know. i daresay, you aren't going to ever find me. happiness is the mask i wear to face the world, but when i'm caught unguarded and alone, you'll find i take it off to ease the burden. the burden of being all cheery. you wouldn't get it, you never will.

you say it's easier to share the burden.

but how do i start to make you comprehend?