I like hiding in the mask of nonchalance, smothering myself in the carefree persona that I tend (like) to project out on others. Tis’ be my little hidey hole you see, I’m the Alice in my Pseudo-wonderland, and I’m a-tumblin’ head over heels down the rabbit hole that goes on forever.

But I like hiding in my mask of nonchalance.

I like smothering myself in the persona that isn’t really me.

I like tumbling down the never-ending rabbit hole that leads right down to Hell.

Because this way, I’m hiding within myself. And when I hide myself within myself, I cannot be injured. When I hide within myself, I cannot be touched. When I hide within myself, I am invincible.