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We all play what we want others to believe.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009

This is just something copied from a person called Mark.

don't you think, everyone is like that? which includes yourself. Everyone wants to wear a mask because thats what makes people comfortable. They are so real yet so fake.

You see me walking on your
workroom floor in a suave and cocky manner. I appear to be looking down my nose
at you but don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear
a mask, a thousand masks
- masks that I'm afraid to take off and
none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that I learned
well, but don't be fooled, I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all
is well and within me and amongst myself and the brown-nosers of the Postal
Who's Who, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my
game, that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't
believe me.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh
would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing and that you will see this
and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game with a facade of
assurance without and a trembling child within and so begins the glittering but
empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front to you. I tell you everything
that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything - of what's crying
within me. Don't be fooled by what I'm saying.

Copied from Mark. Cheers to mark. (:



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