Thursday, February 19, 2004
can one be an optimist at heart, but a pessimist in nature?
because i think this is what i've allowed myself to become.
if you ask me, i'm alright with playing the part of a bitch.
This is my role these days.
The part that others have tricked me into playing.
Yet now that i feel for my character so much, now that i have bled for her pain, her tears, her misfortunes and her feeble attempts at appeasing guilt, i feel i cannot leave this skin that sticks so tightly onto my body.
I have become her. And while my heart objects, my body has already surrendered.
And the audience hates me for my shrewdness, but they love me for my pain.
They are disgusted by my wretchedness, but they feel for my solitude.
They request my death, reasoning an end for my isolence, but they cry mercy for they can see a part of me in their own tactile flesh.
You can love me or hate me, but only the unreconciled man does both.
"All the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; each man in his time plays many parts." - William Shakespeare
sherry @ 11:57:00 am
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