New Skins

We gave up our freedom. To live we are restrained. We bowed our heads. . . For years I lived hiding from others. I wore different "masks" to walk on the streets. I couldn't walk under broad daylight without shapeshifting into another person. After hiding for ten years I got the chance. A chance to move to a new world. To a world that acknowledges our existence. A chance that symbolises a new beginning. This new beginning desires some sacrifices.