• What exactly do you do when you don't even know who you are?

    When all your life, there's always been this facade in an attempt to please, to be accepted.

    How do you deal with that?

    How do you know who you actually are?

    Not who your parents want to see. Not your brothers or sisters. Not cousins or grandparents. Not aunts or uncles. Teachers or classmates; but you.

    Where exactly do you look for something that's been hidden since before you can remember.

    Would it be chained and bound in the depths of your mind? Perhaps it'd be locked in the shadows.

    Would you want to find it?