I pretend that I am what I’m not. I’m a figment, dancing in front of a painted screen reflecting in blue lights.
I dazzle you and make you say my life is that much more worth living
I tell you stories made through changing lights and I promise myself that this will be the last time I’m stunting and turning with the wind.
I made a mask, and I stuck it on the internet.
I filled it with hopes and dreams and dedications to myself or the person I thought I’d be.
I gaped and gawked and lurked in the shadows while I projected bright lights onto the city.
I made a mask, and now it’s all I have, stuck in a sea of unreal and haphazard.
I sealed my own fate and I put my old self down a subway grate and made a mockery of honesty and redemption.
I made a mask and it fused to my skin and it became heavy and laden with regret. I lost myself somewhere between filters and now I can’t find where I went.
So I’ll take a photo of my face, and maybe put it in the right place, and maybe somewhere, I’ll turn up.