My family controls my whole life. I’m never living the way that I want to, but the way that they want me to. I conceal my true personality around them because I know they wouldn’t think it’s acceptable. I’m too scared to break free and be myself because I know they’ll be disappointed. I don’t know if I’d be happier being myself, while they think I’m a disgrace, or if I’d be happier pretending I’m someone else to please them.