The Mask
The mask was something he needed to hide, to keep his friends, family, and others around him to know what was really going on. When he was younger, he didn't wear a mask, he let others see him for who he was, but then the bullies came. At first, he took it and played the bullying off, but after a while he wanted to hide, to be different, he couldn't just suddenly just put on a mask there because people knew him too well, so he started making one, and waited. Soon the time came that he could where it, he was moving, across the country. He went from Nevada, to Oklahoma, one country to a city state. There he put on a mask. He had started wearing it at home so his family wouldn't notice anything, when he started school again, he wore it everywhere. He soon was used to wearing the mask that he would sometimes to take it off when he was alone. No one really knew what was going on behind the mask, they didn't even know he was wearing a mask, they probably still don't. They never knew his real internal struggle going on inside his head. All the depression, the confusion, the anger, or all the sadness going on behind his mask. Sometimes his mask would slip, and people would notice something different, but he would correct it, he would fix his mask, and act like nothing happened at all. This new school was fine, he soon had to go to another school, because they moved closer to his mom's work. At this new school, he acted the same, and kept the mask on. He meet some people, made friends, and got a couple of crushes. Some of his friends would try to help him with the girls, but he wasn't the best. What his friends didn't know was the depression going on inside his head, how he was wondering everyday if his friends were really his friends or not. He sometimes would wonder if the world was better off if he wasn't there. But he would never kill himself. He was a Christian, like his whole family, he had been one his entire life. But there were times where he questioned his actions, he felt like he was going through the motions, not actually living. His mask didn't help, he would hide behind it constantly, and he would use it when he didn't realize he was using it. It felt like his skin, where he wouldn't really know it was there. At times he would want to confess to the girl he liked and tell her everything, but then his depression got in the way, where it told him, that the girl was like his so called "friends", as it told him, that she was just trying to make him happy, so they could just live a peaceful life. He didn't know what their reasons were, he just knew that he had to keep wearing his mask. Soon he would try to take off his mask, but he couldn't, he wasn't ready yet, he would tell himself. When he wanted to make closer friends, he would just remember Nevada, and the bullies up there, and how some kids would just bully him if they found out his true self. So he kept wearing the mask, never taking it off, and not knowing who really to trust, his mind, full of depression, anger, sadness, and confusion, which had comforted him through his life, or trust his friends, who he thought would turn on him, and just bully him like his mind told him would happen if he opened up to them. He doesn't know what to do, so he just keeps going like he has always done, and wore the mask.