Belonging

Have you ever felt that you don’t belong in the group you’ve glommed onto? As if you’re the odd one out in your group of friends? As if you’ve just clung to them for the sake of fitting in somewhere? I have. Many many times over.

I’ve often felt that I don’t belong with them, my friends. Sometimes I feel that I try too hard to be like them; other times, I feel that I don’t try hard enough. Either way, I keep my masque in place around them, laughing along with jokes I don’t get and willingly being the subject of many jokes as well. If it means being able to be a part of a group, why not? Surely, I’m not the only one whose felt this way.

Few have seen the face behind this masque of mine. My true self, my true feelings, my views on life, et cetera. I’d kind of like to keep it that way, at least for now. Maybe one day, in the near or far future, I’d like to open up to more people. To break this masque of mine once and for all.

What would people think if they knew the girl behind the masque?