I ran from myself constantly but at some point I just couldn’t keep up. I started to trip over every lie told to protect me. And with that, I didn’t have the courage to acknowledge how it hurt everyone else nor could I pull myself together to own up to my faults. I’ve always tried to avoid judgement at all cost but I guess it’s just one of those things that is inevitable and I need to accept that. I am an individual unknown. Unseen. I’ve buried myself behind the mask of what I want to be seen on the outside. The problem is that everything on the inside is the true me. How can others accept me for who I am if I don’t accept me for… me. Complicated and simple all at the same time.