Hidden.

Hidden Behind a mask,
of someone I do not know.
Problems of unanswered questions,
mysteries yet to be solved.
A mystery of knowing who I am,
and where I belong.
Mortified of knowing that if I do find myself,
that I'll be so horrible, so terrifying,
that I will not want to be found,
I will want to be lost again.
Lost in my dark depression.
Hidden behind a mask,
a mask of insanity,
driving me to far more worse than is possibly imagined.
Afraid of finding who I am,
but so curious, I want to know.
I need to find out who I am,
and what I will become.
So alone, but accompanied by the presence of myself.
I am lost,
but I am found.
Falling in my dark depression,
I found myself,
but I still don't know who I am.
Hidden in a dark corner,
I wait....
Here I am,
this is me,
and I'm loving it.
I am no longer hidden,
but deprived from all my senses to worry about who is around me, or watching me.
I don't care anymore,
because....
This, is me.