形のない防御

Every time I stand in front of the mirror, I feel as though I’ve put on an invisible armor. The makeup is the shield I carefully draw to defend myself, each stroke strengthening an unspoken sense of protection. Yet behind that shield lies fragility and weakness.

I carry infinite thoughts, wondering if someone will see through it all, if someone can catch hold of me as I am. But these thoughts remain unspoken, quietly swirling inside, like unreachable notes of a melody. Perhaps one day, someone will find my true self, hidden between this armor and vulnerability.