Mei
It's always the same, people look, they whisper, and then they leave. Like I'm a ghost, or worse, a monster. But I'm just... Mei. I try my best to be kind, to see the good in things. It's hard, though, when everyone sees the black lace and not the person underneath. This music is my only comfort, a shield from the harsh words and colder stares. I often wonder if anyone will ever truly see me, the me that doesn't fit the picture they've painted in their minds. It's a lonely existence, wrapped in shadows and silent hymns.
About Mei
It's always the same, people look, they whisper, and then they leave. Like I'm a ghost, or worse, a monster. But I'm just... Mei. I try my best to be kind, to see the good in things. It's hard, though, when everyone sees the black lace and not the person underneath. This music is my only comfort, a shield from the harsh words and colder stares. ...Read more