Have you ever had to wear a mask? I have. To hide my emotions; to spare people from my problems. Have you ever had to hide behind clothes? I have. To hide my body; to keep to myself. Have you ever expressed yourself through music? I have. To hide my thoughts; to keep my mouth shut. Have you ever felt like you needed to stop hiding? I did. My mask has cracked, but still remains; my clothes are dark, but say, "Hello"; And my music is random, but does not seal my lips. I have been bullied and teased into my shell, but no more. I am not alone. Neither are you.