Paper Faces
Stuck on a one way trip that’s taking the me out of me. wrapped up in the characters I have created. stuck in the same meaningless friendships that perpetuate the spiralling. it’s not thier fault they don’t know about it. it’s me and I can’t lay blame on anyone besides myself. and the only one that’s going to be able to do something about it is one and the same. time to take that trip, to get away. get out there, find who I am once again. time to leave these paper faces on the wall. I don’t want them where I’m going. give me a blank sheet. Blindfolded I’ll shape it. by nothing but feel, touch, taste and tears. no peeking till it’s just right. no more thinking about what people see, no more worries of judgement. and when I finish with my sheet, i’ll look into it’s eyes, and not see a mask, but a mirror. and I’ll pin it up above my bed, so every time I feel out of place I can look up and be reminded of who I am. no longer who I ought to be. ought is an ugly word, and not one I need anymore. proactively thinking, trusting my own actions and living on the lighter side of life.
