Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Mask ❯ Mask ( Chapter 1 )

 

Mask

 

One shot, summary: Yugi's point of view. He is slowly losing his mind, the mask of his so called innocence and introverted personality are falling, what does he have to say about this?

 

Something I threw together after a cram session of studying for the exit level test at my high school, thus explaining why this seems odd and OOC a tad bit. But as we all know, no one can always act the same.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!

 

Pressure, constantly driving myself to insanity.

 

Expectations held so high; everyone expecting me to be perfect.

 

Almost in human, bottling up negative terms of thinking of being some type of introvert.

 

It's impossible, why the hell does everyone put so much damned pressure on my shoulders?

 

From housing a five thousand year old spirit of a long dead pharaoh to constantly saving the world from evil; why can I not be a little afraid?

 

Being closed up, hiding my true motives behind this mask of innocence and constant cheerful attitude.

 

I need to vent.

 

Pressure continuously eats away at my shattered soul as I try to mend the pieces together.

 

But I know that no one suspects my breakdown.

 

Everyone comes to me in terms of comfort as I am unable to even keep my own self in check.

 

Pressure; the deadly drug to one's sanity.

 

But now I smirk at my so called veil of a mask.

 

The false accusations of my naïve innocence, almost pure in a view of life; living carefree in this world of tainted society.

 

Why the heck can I not drop this mask of false emotions and personalities?

 

I'm not the perfect little Yugi that everyone purposes; I am slowly slipping away into the world of true darkness.

 

Perfection is no longer present in my body, mind, or soul.

 

I'm tired of this undeniable fear, even my other self.

 

I simply sit here, engrossed in this test book, studying for the ultimate decision of my high school graduation; along with the weight of saving the world, my friends, family, and even my own yami.

 

Things are falling overboard in my sense of mentality.

 

God, why did does this fate bestow me?

 

Why can I not shed some of this pain onto the world, instead of bottling this up?

 

Why must I resort to alternative methods of release?

 

From biting my nails down to the bone, to tearing at the skin, upon my fingers; watching the pain and blood flow freely down the sides of my slender appendages.

 

I breathe slowly, relinquishing what little dignity and self confidence I possess, reminding me that not everyone or everything is perfect.

 

Just deal with life and its many pitfalls and turns. From pressure to pain, always remember that even the sturdiest emotional mask doesn't last.

 

As I speak from experience; my own introverted mask has broken, now falling as I slam the test book shut, closing my eyes as the fear of this world and society lessen upon my shoulders.

 

My mask has fallen, revealing the true me.

 

Well that was depressing and interesting, just an odd view of my thoughts of Yugi's mind every now and then.