Caution Tape

CORA

It's exhausting pretending to be normal.

Go to therapy. Hold down a job. Smile.

So much smiling.

All I can do is attempt to corral the burning rage that sits in my chest.

It's getting hard.

My mask is slipping.

I'm slowly losing my grip. Reality is getting blurry.

I'm yearning to lash out. To taste blood.

For someone to see me for what I truly am.

NOLAN

I've kept myself in check. Built the perfect lie. A well-adjusted man with his entire life ahead of him.

Allowed myself only daytime fantasies and...