Sunday, March 4, 2012

You are not who you are.

I watched as they unfolded their face.

A mask.

A gasp of horror rose from my mouth.

But not a horror in the sense of fear.

It was horror in the sense of betrayal and a loss of what I thought was a kindred spirit.

They just shook their heads at me and nodded at me to take off mine.

So I went for it. Beneath was the same thing. Again and again, all my masks of emotion and situation were the same.

I thought you were who you were. But it wasn't so.

You thought I was who I was. It was so.

I just beat you but I had to spill my soul for you.

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