Perhaps not the people, but the feelings are masked, masked with an intention as pure as protecting one's heart. Perhaps the darkness is not for you, but for them to hide their scars. Perhaps the cold heart hides the blazing fire within, ailing in enormous pain. No, they are not who they portray to be, they are not as they appear to our eyes. They are shattered pieces, holding themselves, hoping the past to be undone, hoping the future would heal the wounds that they cannot face.











