I'm not as alone as I wish to be. The face you see is one of many.
I'm not who you think I was, who you think I am, nor who you think I will become.
To get to where I am you must fly with angels and dance with devils. Though neither is a treat.
You soar too high, you'll fall. You play with fire, you'll get burned.
Once you're who I've become it's hard to be who you once were. You learn to change; To adapt.
You become what others crave of you, expect of you. By the power of their influence.
Piece by piece you lock your true self away from it all. To become immune in heart, but each cell has it's toll.
You'll soon fade to black all that will remain will be the many faces you bare. Your voice will cease to exist.
When you become who I am you'll be a shell of the person you once were.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts to Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is just a place where I'll be dumping my vent writing or pieces from stories that appear in my head that I, just like the title says, will never write. Feel free to read, this isn't private. I'm putting it here because I'm willing to share. But...
