Our lives are masks that reveal only shadows of what we wish to present. If you were to take a quick glimpse into my thoughts and mind, you would be petrified. My outside view is not false, but instead it is just a courtyard to a mansion of obscurity. You might walk around the intense structure for an opening all you want, but I am the only one who possesses the key. I’ll let you gape into my windows, but only to squander your anxiety and reverence. I’ll meddle with your curiosity until your interests dwindle to nothing. then you’ll promenade out of my gates. And with your emission, I will close them, leaving you with a partial memory of my life under the mask.