“If you bore me then I’m comfortable
If you interest me I’m scared
My attraction paralyzes me
No courage to show my true colors that exist
But I want to be the real thing
But if you catch my eye can’t be authentic
The one’s I loath are the one’s that know me the best

My makeup’s all off
Who am I?
The magic’s in the make up
Who am I?”

No doubt- Magics in the makeup.

Lately I’ve been struggling with an identity crisis. I feel like I don’t know who I am any more. I feel ugly, and unsure of myself like I never have in my life before. Make up is my Mask, to hide my true colors. When I wear it you can’t tell how I’m feeling becuase you can’t see the real me…

But underneath it all, who am I really?

I don’t know anymore. I just don’t know.