I kept pretending I was strong.

I kept pretending I was strong hoping someone would see through the lie and save me but no one ever did every mask I wore every name I answered to only pushed me further for the person I used to be if that person ever even existed human, ghoul, victim, monster I don't know which one is real or if I'm just a hollow reflection of everything I've lost I reach for an identity for a truth that feels like mine but all I find is a scared child waiting for a mother for love that meant sacrificing myself until there was nothing left and now after everything I wonder was I always meant to disappear.