"What do you want us to do, so that you will let us in?" My uncle asked me that today, I don't know what to say. Cause it's too late already. I broke myself a long time ago, and what I am now is just a mask. A happy mask, that someday will break. 

I sort of wish he asked that question when I was still whole. Because all I can do is cry now because It's too late, its way to late. Where were you when I tried to reach out to you guys, and you didn't believe me right? 

I'm sorry, I don't have an answer. The me you see, that the whole family sees, is just a fragment.

The real me is hidden, the real me is behind a wall that is behind a happy mask. Why didn't you ask me that question before I broke, because now it's too late? 

The only time I show my real self is within the pages of my writing, in the words I write, that's the real me. So I guess you will never meet that person right? 
I love writing, its the only way I can write out, the only way I unlock myself from the mask, it truly makes me happy.

Sorry guys. Just had to rant,.. 

- Nic