It's just a phone.

I recently bought a new cell phone cover for my Samsung Impression :) I've always wanted a cool cover and I finally found that one that I would call my own. It was a pink cover that had soft rubber on the back of it. It's so nice! I love it! It hides all of the nasty scratches that are on my phone and only reveals what I want it to: a new, perfect, shiny exterior.

A phone with a cover is still a phone. It's the same electrical device that one would use to call or text people. It's purpose hasn't changed. It's function hasn't changed. It's scratches haven't changed...they're just covered up.

Sound like life? I thought so.

Life is about hiding. Everyone hides. Life is like a constant hide and seek game, except you don't ever get found. Life is about being undercover...only the best disguises survive. Do you even know who you really are?

Why can't we be real with people? Why must we cover everything that may seem imperfect?

We're just a scratched phone with a shiny cover. Everyone is scratched. Everybody has been hurt or is hurting. Does anyone care anymore?

I'm done.

These are my scratches.