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By divian Submitted by koblo Date: 2006 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.13.23.00.27395]] |
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Sometimes the people with the most faces on, are the easiest to read. They are as predictable as the likeness in which they assume they are not. They are the ones that become angry and depressed everytime that bit of truth leaks out. They tell of everything they feel and think only beacause it keeps them secure to know that others look up to the facade they so carefully have to groom and keep well polished. Occasionally amongst all that polishing, their masks get shiny enough for them to see their own reflection. And then they suddenly reel back to their shells of anger,depession and melancholy. Sometimes a cold fortress of numbness -which they attribute to moodiness. But it isn't moodiness is it? Its the real face of themselves they see. Its the one face they neglected amongst all others. The one face that plagues them with guilt every single day though they might not feel it. The one face coverd by so so many walls of pride . The one face they try harder to hide from themselves and everyone else, than they try to keep all their other masks intact. They are the ones whose hearts' race just a little bit quicker when they read this. Knowing deep inside sometimes faces are all they have to them Why? Why wont they just let go of their pride and try fixing the most important face of all? And you ask. What right? What right do I have to say something like that? I'll say because i was one of them before. I'll say i have as much of a right as you have to put on all your faces. I have no right at all. |