MK

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by MK_Weber

by MK_Weber

I write under a false name.

There is a certain freedom in the anonymity.

I can say things as I truly feel them.

I get to drop that fake pleasantness that has been drilled into me since I was a little girl.

I get to tell the world who I am on the inside.

Show the side of me that I have been told is too ugly to be shared.

I don't have to worry about how I look, how you may not take me seriously once you see me.

nor what anyone who actually knows me might think, or say, or do.

I am free to ponder all of the questions I am not brave enough to ask.

The questions that were silenced because the answers went without saying.

I guess I was just supposed to know what I was supposed to believe fresh out of the box.

When I'm MK I can be anyone.

I don't have to be myself and honestly that it the greatest feeling.

It's like breaking out of a cage and feeling the sun on my skin for the first time.

I write about how I feel, the things that everyone around me doesn't want to hear.

I wish I could live my life like this.

Free and unincumbered.

I wish I could say what I really thought out loud.

But for now, this will have to do.

Hiding, alone in my own personal Fortress of Solitude with my Superman cape on until I have to shut off my PC for the night and I have to go back to being Clark Kent.