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The World of Masks

Everybody is hiding their demons. Everyday we hide our darkness behind a mask of normality. We have to hid them in order to fit into society. This darkness that we hide, our greatest fears, our darkest desires, escapes the prison every night. When the sun falls our demons come out to play. Your fears, your insecurities, your darkest thought rush to your head. They seep into your dreams, turning them to nightmares, all the while singing about your troubles, telling you to give up. To give in. To let them win. When the sun returns we wake up. We try to force ourselves to forget. We shake it off as we put on a mask and try to pretend that we are normal. We try to ignore the demons that whisper in our heads as we head off into the world. A world of people wearing masks,hiding their demons, and pretending to be normal like everybody else, when in actuality there is no normal, what we strive for is just what we believe to be normal. We do whatever we can to be like the neighbors, well the neighbors do what ever they can to be like us.

So this is, at least my take on depression and anxiety. This is kinda what I meant in Creatures of the Night, without even realizing it. I find it sad how many people just live, pretending to be ok. Thanks for joining me and sitting through my rant. You are all beautiful people. Have a good day/night.

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