Masking Tape I am not a sociable person, I am not a confident one at that, I am self-conscious, I care about what people think. I wore a mask ever since I was young. I was bullied, the bullying itself also wore a mask, masking itself in acceptance and rounds of applause. I never became “myself,” I never grew up as myself. I always aspired to paint the mask upon my personality, because I cared about what people thought. The paint eventually wore off, as erosion manipulates the appearance of a stone. Over time, the rock appeared different, as did I. Growing up I socialized with older kids. They were prevalent in my social development. The constant barrage of cruel jokes and crude judgement, took a toll on me. In the right mind, I would have made new friends. However,…show more content… Around the time I was in 7th grade, the mask I wore began to flourish. I no longer knew who I really was, instead I knew me, as the person I perceived myself to be. I made new friends who were into drugs, into gangs and ran with corruption. These moments of my life were perhaps the “biggest.” But in reality, big moments are only so short and eventually they crash to an end. This flaw has tormented me throughout my life; I am socially awkward, I am insecure in my own skin. I am afraid to convey my thoughts, I am afraid to be myself. I have trouble standing tall, I have confidence, dressed with a dozen bullet holes. The trouble in my life has led me to impersonate “me” as my own consultant. My insecurity, self-consciousness and inadequacy of confidence have not necessarily been seen in class, however, my efforts to overcome it have. I aim to talk more, start group discussions and ask questions, outside of class, I desire to make friends who my old self would have despised, I intend to make small talk with my fellow peers, and most importantly I intend to respond they way ‘I’ would respond, without the influence of another
