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I have many faces.
Masks, if you will; Which I can change on a whim. I wear them in layers. They protect me. As the shell of an oyster protects the tender flesh inside. My masks are my armor, And I will never discard them. For they are as much a part of me As is this heart which pumps the blood through my veins. I laugh at those who believe they have seen through my diguise. I am the consummate actress. And the world is my audience. But I have become part of that very audience. Even I cannot see myself anymore. Nor do I care to. In this I find comfort. No more pitiful longing to be that which is inside me. For now there exists A blissful void. So be satisfied with what you see. And I'll be anything you wish; But probe too deep and I'll run So fast you'll not realize I've gone. The only remnant left there in your hand An empty mask. Julie -April 30 1997 |
