[shallow]

everyone tells me who i am, everyone assumes they know just how i feel, what i want, and what i have done. they don't seem to realise how wrong they are, that they'll never know who i am unless they look beyond their blinding image of me, past the lies, past the pain, to the soul that lies buried deep within the mask.

they say they know.

i say they are wrong.

January 22, 2005 - 2:22 pm