Who am I?
That's a very interesting question.
To begin with i am a masked man.Why wear a mask?
I grew up wearing it.I learned in my life that this is the correct way,so..
I just don't want to be wrong?
No,is the answer.
In all my life I thought the mask was my face,I knew that it wasn't the right one
but everyone told me that that's how the things are supposed to be.
I have heard of people who had thrown away their masks but since they did it they were rejected by everyone.
I couldn't understand why?
As time passed the thought of seeing my self grew stronger and stronger inside my head,
so one day I decided that I should see my face and then keep on with the mask or not.
So one  week later I went to my favorite spot,determined to finally see.
I had just bought a mirror,it was illegal but I made it.
The time to see my face finally came,
As I removed my mask,my hands were shaking.
I gently placed the mask next to the mirror,without looking into it.
I asked myself for the last time"Do I really want to do this?"
No anwser,I just raised the mirror infront of me and looked.