You think because I took my clothes off that you've seen me naked. It's not true. None of it. Everything I've said was a lie. You haven't seen me truly naked you never have. What you've seen when you rip off the skinny jeans, the tight shirt, the thong because I've always hated underwear lines, and the push-up bra because I hate the shape of my boobs. What you see every time you wrap the harsh but delicate touch around my hips and down my thighs. What you see every time you kiss me up and down my body, worshipping me as if I were a goddess. What you see every time you call me beautiful, wonderful, amazing, and even sexy. What you see when the clothes are off is one of my many skins. You see, I am an actress. At least I'm trying to be. I've played many roles in my short lifetime. The Good Girl. The Geek. The Nerd. The Jock. The Violinist. The Loser. The Goth. The Emo. The Punk Rocker. The Anime Fan. The Common White Girl. The Mean Girl. And for my final act, the Outcast. These roles that I played, they were all just the opening number. You met the Mean Girl. She was crazy and you hated her. But you suddenly fell in love with this skin. This role is the role I've been playing. This is the skin I've been wearing for a month and a half because that's who you fell in love with and now. Right now, on this very day, in this hour, in this minute, in this second, I've forgotten who I am. Is this me? Is this really it? Am I turning method? Have I taken acting and life tips from the likes of Jared Leto? No, not exactly. Because now, on this very day, in this hour, in this minute, in this second, I've finally remembered. I am depressed. That's who I am, that's who I've been for what seems like a million years. You may be thinking 'Is there something I did wrong?' or 'Is there anything I can do to fix this?'. The answer to question one is no. No one could have stopped this, not even my own personal Superman. If you were wondering, that's you. The answer to question two is yes. Now, listen very carefully to these instructions. First, let go of my hips even though I love the fingerprints you've left on them. Stop worshipping me as if I were a goddess when I'm only an actress. Let me cover myself once again with the thong, push-up bra, skinny jeans, and tight shirt. And finally, close the curtains to the amazing stage which is the world and I will finally show you who and what I am under this pseudo skin. Let me show you the greyness that clouds my mind, heart, and tear ducts. Let me cling to you and your warmth and never let go because I'm needy and dependent of you because you're all I have left. You always said you love that about me. Let me cry into your chest as you whisper soft nothings into my messy, curly, frizzy, and unkept, hair. Fill my grey with your sunshine and your heart of gold. Whisper small 'I love you's and 'You'll be okay's because that's all that gets me through the god awful school day. Call me if you ever get any free time, even if it's for two seconds, because I will never ever get sick of your voice. That amazing soft, kind, but still deep enough, voice of yours. If I fall asleep when you're around, wrap me up in a blanket because I know you've never been able to nap and I have because of the dark grey clouds. Give me forehead kisses, talk about our future together, be as weird or as gross as you wanna be with me. I will never care. Speak French with me because it's the romance language of the world and we take the same class. Say even the smallest things like Je t'aime, Comment ça va, or even Allons dormir because you get tired too sometimes. Kiss me like it's the last time you'll ever kiss me because I know how you are and you'll make sure it lasts. Take these grey clouds away from my mind, heart, and tear ducts. Place them ever so slightly into the sky and dance in the rain with me. Neither of us are good dancers but we never cared anyways. The show is over, the curtains are closed, tickets have all been sold to you, and I'm DONE playing this role. My skin is off and you've finally seen me naked. So, tell me, Superman? What have you seen now?
