Trapped

Smiling on the outside and freaking out on the inside. I'm a master of meticulously curating the image I desire to the public.

And why?

To prove to everyone that I'm capable and independent. And you're slowly eroding at what I worked so hard to establish, to be.

I see myself slowly turning into that which I so detest. How did this happen?

Slowly. Like all terrible things, it's happening slowly.