Mask

The razor calls to you as the mask gets another crack. Another tear that pushes you forward, pushing you to the only thing that's been on your mind.
Sadly the mask tries to fix itself with the worry of people seeing, what would they think, how would they act towards you? The questions will spin until it's unbearable and you let the mask win.
It always has a way of doing that. Winning. It wins every time you put on a fake smile or cry yourself to sleep. It wins when it controls your thoughts and bring them to rethink what could happen. The uniform is short and could show, but maybe you cut cut the thighs. Again the mask makes you think of how ridiculous that is and that the uniforms shorts could ride up and anyone could see.
One thing the mask has a hard time with though is mending huge breaks. The ones that happen because of your family and you build to that. Your brain finds how it's true and the mask can't fix that.
You've tried using that against the mask but every time you look at the clean unmarked skin the mask can renew itself to all those 'what ifs'. And slowly you put down the razor and let the mask win every battle and slowly you lose the will to fight anymore.