2009-03-26

Masquerade.

I'm not enjoying this masquerade. It's convenient for you, but not for me. I'm tired of being chained to the walls like a prisoner. Everyone is dancing...but they don't see me. They don't care to. I wish I could be like you. Accepted. Do you know what it feels like to be silenced? A heavy blindfold covers your eyes. You don't see me. The music booms louder. I am mute. I always have been. My words are whispers to you. Your words come loud and clear. Disapproval. You can try to make me dance until the morning, but I might collapse.

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