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MARIONETTE 5-31-06
Every morning,
I slip on my happy mask.
Putting on a show,
For all to see.
But once I reach my room,
Or find a moment,
Where i'm not surrounded by everyone,
My mask disappears,
And my real face shows.
My show ends,
As I walk off-stage.
But behind,
What everyone thinks the see,
Lies a torn-apart,
Rag-doll of a thing.
Lost and confused,
Demented and insane,
Fighting the urge,
Barely,
To become Sorano.
The make-up hides,
The truth well.
But if anyone,
Had a reason,
To dig deeper,
To look past whats in front of them,
They'd see the true me.
The me,
Thats not "ok".
The me,
Thats not "going to be fine".
And they,
Themselves,
Would shrink back in shock.
I admit,
I hide the truth well.
And only one person,
My best friend,
Knows the truth.
And she helps me,
Dress up everyday.
To hide the horrors that are there.
So that i can go on,
To perform another show.
~~Aniu~~