People always ask me that question. They always pry for information that is none of their business.
Whenever people ask I just say that I like wearing long sleeves.
In reality, I just don't want them to know the truth. I don't want people to know my past.
The past is the past. It is done and gone.
They only notice the sleeves, not the mask. They never ask about my mask. Maybe they just don't see it.
People try and get close to me, but I push them away. I don't want to let people in.
My sleeves help cover my dark past. They help hide my pain from the world.
I hide behind my walls that I have built. I don't want people to see me as weak. My pride won't allow that.
My sleeves hide the scars of my past, both emotional and physical.
If others saw those scars, they would want to help me. I don't want their help.
I don't want people to see my scars. They wouldn't understand my pain.
I had to deal with a monster. He hurt me without caring about my feelings. He only said that feelings were for the weak.
They don't understand how much it hurts to remember my past. They don't know how much I suffered and I don't want them to.
I don't want people to see under my sleeves but maybe I need them to. Maybe I need someone to help me, understand me, get close to me.
My pride won't let me admit some of these things, but maybe I should.
Maybe someday, I can swallow my pride and roll up my sleeves, show people the pain of my past, show them the answer they are looking for.