Real You and Fake Me

Real You and Fake Me

Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.

Who am I? I can’t answer that anymore. The journey I wielded like a careless child has diminished and changed into something sinister. My power is nothing but illusions. The mystery I shield myself with is all I have left of those worlds I traveled across. As I look into your new and useful eyes I envy you. Carelessly you can trust the world with an innocence found only inside a child. Your personality is as hard and straight as a flawless gemstone. Find comfort in that, and please never change your outlook on your bright and shining world.  Mine is a cold and barren world where nothing grows. I can never change, and I can’t help anyone anymore and forever more. I ask you to please find the people you can love truly and hope for a future you can smile with. Your love of humanity has just begun; please never lose that bright radiance of your heart as you are forced to look at the world.