Description
'There was never a time, a place, or a need to show your flawed-self when creating the perfect representative to speak for the broken you, was the solution.' We have all in one way or another, at one point or another lived our lives donning on masks to cover up what we have deemed as the ugly, undesirable, unlovable, unforgivable, parts of ourselves from those around us...from the world. Creating illusions far exceeding all expectations in attempts to not only hide from others but to hide and bury from ourselves what was going on inside. But it was all a facade, an armored perfectly calculated flawless facade to mask pain, anger, and bitterness. It's near-perfect creation, all an illusion, a believable illusion, but an illusion nonetheless where controlling the narrative of how you are viewed and perceived by the world, are the only tools you have to protect both your sanity and your life. The ultimate goal of every human being. But what happens when everything you have carefully build was threatening to crumble? When living a lie was no longer enough? When the perfect mask was no longer enough to cover my broken soul?
Prologue
