I'm scared. I'm scared of the world, scared of the people, scared of what is coming, what had past, what is happening, what's hidden and what's visible, what's true and what's fake.

I'm just...scared.

As I wake up in the morning, facing the world in a brand new day, gathering up courage to be a human and go through the routines that is presented itself to me, I'm scared. I'm scared for the fact that the day is passing by and the time is ticking, I'm scared of the life that's coming and an end that's certain, I'm scared for the fact that despite all that is shown in the world, it isn't all that is.

As words spoken by people around me, truth layered in lies to make it sound better and more comforting, masks put on to hide feelings that might be make their life harder, lying to even themselves for the best of interest. Bonds are make, flaws are covered, and lies...are spoken.