Im sorry Jimmy I'm just, I'm tired. All the god damn time. I keep putting up these facades, these versions of myself altered to fit a person and I'm beginning to loose sense of where the illusion ends and I truly begin. And it's so exhausting. I just keep waiting for a person, just one, to see past them and to see who I truly am instead but nobody does. I mean why would they? When these facades are so grand and desirable to be around who would want to actually look for someone underneath? But I'm fine with that, really I am, I mean I'm the one who created them so why wouldn't I be? Only now... they're suffocating me. Locking me in a prison and the key is somewhere hidden in myself, I'm so sure of it, but they're draining who I actually am and soon that key is gonna go down with it. And I'll be lost forever. Isn't that strange? That the thing I've created so people will actually notice me will be my demise. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. I was made to be invisible, as prey for other predators, that is my only reason for existence. I was never meant for a meaningful life. It's as if somebody has written a code for me and the only end is... one I'll take myself. (Lets out a really shaky breath). Maybe if I just let them drop I might finally find myself again. But that means sacrificing everything I've built, my fame, my fans, my friends, my lover, and is my true self worth it? They say you need to change everything about you to make something of yourself well I have. And I'm paying the consequences.
By Faith W Johnson
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