Faking It

It's twisting me already. I'm not even sure who myself is anymore.

Too much of a need to wear mask out there.

Too much of a need to be pretentious.

For once, the likelihood of me not surviving this crazy place crossed my mind. Not because of the need to toil hard. Or the peanuts that they gave me. It's just that I'm just not cut out for these pre-stipulated circus performance.

They call it a game. It bears a significant similarity to the "Survivor". The most subservient chimp gets the best banana in the circus.