The world is changing.
For better, or for worse?
Last year people seemed to overlook me
In my surroundings I felt cursed
What did I done wrong? I asked
I received no answer, so I wore a mask
I hoped to be seen
To be an extrovert to be... not me
But I have changed so much
A year later my mask lay next to me in pieces
Again it will never be touched
And now my individuality never ceases