Held within is a battle. No one ever see the strenuous batle, for they aren't intended to. For me, the masking of the internal battle is all but usual. Pull back the curtain? Unveil what lies below the mask? The ouside world couldn't handle what lurks within. There's a darkness, an unsettling darkness that can consume the most delightedof moods. Why it chooses to take over the mind is a question for which I cannot pose an answer. It's always there, that dark, eerie, oppressive feelings.. it' waiting. Waiting for the next opportunity to fritter away my true self.