The curtain closes, the lights dim and the music fades away.
She walks out of the stage. As she leaves the stage, she puts away her impersonated self. Gradually, she returns to her small confort corner in her familiar self. This is her daily routine.

She masks her true self from the outside world. She hides herself away from the people around her. When the mask which she faithfully wears everyday is removed, a feeling of loneliness creeps into her unknowingly. She has gotten so comfortable with it that it has become her good friend. She likes being accompanied by loneliness.

Fiercely independent she may seem, but she deeply yearns for some form of reliance and emotional support. Although she enjoys being with herself, she also desires to be part of a clique. Ha. That's a dream. She finds herself not belonging to anywhere. She finds herself lost in the myraid of faces.

She longs to go home.