The Changeling

Weekly Diary Entry

Hidden under a porcelain mask. Shame so deep I feel it could kill me.

You’ve turned me into an overly self-aware monster.

And I’ve ruined myself; the mask is stuck and removing it would rip my face off…

Ma propre existence me fait honte.

Je me fais toujours honte.

Et toute cette honte me tuera un jour…

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.