So when I was younger, I would often search for writing prompts in which to amuse myself or practice my writing (I had the goal of becoming an author, a dream I hold onto to this day). As I got older, these practices became few and far between, but sometimes I would surprise myself.
Anyway, I was searching back through my old works and found this one from around sophomore year in response to the prompt: If you could choose a logo or symbol to represent you, what would it be and why?
I want to share it because my younger self wanted to share it with the world and never got the chance and I think it says a lot about what goes through the minds of today's teenagers. This is what I felt back then, and according to others I have talked to, this is what we are still feeling now.
A mask. That's my symbol. Everything I own, everything I have touched, will now and forever carry the symbol of a mask. Possibly one somebody would wear to a masquerade ball, a collection of glitter and feathers that sparkle in the ever-fading evening light. A mask so brilliant and beautiful it would cause the shine of the stars to dull and the magnificence of the moon to take a step back in awe. After all, the best masks are the ones that take your breath away, the ones that distract you from what's underneath.
Why? You may ask. Why such a symbol for such a girl? There is an answer, and that answer is simple. I am always wearing that mask.
It comes out every day I walk into those school doors, every day I talk to my friends, every day I am pulled into a situation, old or new. Every day I am asked to be myself in a world where being ourselves is never enough. Every day I am here — every single day.
I am wearing it even as I write to you.
Masquerading as myself, I walk through the crowded streets, alone. Alone with my thoughts, alone with myself. Why do I need it? I see you ask, through the round holes in the shape of eyes, beautifully configured to match the way of my face. Well, I answer, why do you need yours?
My younger self thanks you for reading and listening.