Intuition Scares Me

I delude myself into thinking that I am the only one who knows my motives, yet I know that it shows clear as day on my face. Why was I cursed with this glass face??? This betrayer of emotions and thoughts, screwing itself up when disgusted, grimacing in distaste, too carefully blank when guilty.

I try to hide it - countless mirror hours practicing emotion, practicing indifference. My eyes. They give it away. Squinting, acting as separate entities of my body.

I sell myself out.


Last Entry | Next Entry