The Hollow Name I Wear"

I am scared—scared enough to choke on truth, to fold myself into a shape they might hold, yet never truly touch. I have lived in borrowed echoes, wrapped myself in stories spun from longing, forged a girl out of shadows and silence— a name that was never mine, a love that was never earned, a face that never truly belonged. And they tell me—Stop faking. Be real. As if I have ever known what real looks like. As if I haven’t clawed at my skin, searching for the person beneath the masks, only to find nothing but echoes of everyone I tried to be.