Who are you? I ask.

I am not a liar, but yes - I pretend. I spin tales about myself, about my sheer perfection, how only a professional con artist could weave a web worthy of deceit before a viewer's eye. But, I am not a liar.

I am not very intelligent...it's just foolish of others to believe everything they see. Is it my fault that they think life is so fair that everything they can see is real? It was never me who told them to believe in words that are merely LIES.

I like to believe I am observant - but what do I see? Nothing! I can't tell one emotion from another, I can't tell when I am being too vindictive, when I am crossing borders. After all, I keep wanting to believe I can't be wrong. That I am but the epitome of sheer perfection!


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Shadows fall over paths that go round and round, making one dizzy as they tread with unsure steps. Is this the right way? they ask, not realizing they're trapped in a circle. A foot beyond the normal scares them. It's an illusion of height that all have. One step out of the circle, and you...fall. You break. You hurt.

Physically, they can't dream of it. So they go in circles. Tears pricking their eyes, red with unrest, fear and uncertainty. That is what everybody chooses to do.

At least it is not the endless dark corridors you're running in, the house of mirrors where you're lost. The greatest nightmares of all...

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We're just human. How many times have each of us thought this - to ourselves or outloud? It's an excuse that is universally accepted. After all, how can WE, frail humanity, be blamed for our mistakes? We are only human...so we try to veil it all, mask it all, believing in the myth that...it'll change everything.

But, it does not. Do we realize? Hiding does not change anything. Reality is compact. Pretense and lies are just vain attempts to hide it. The fact that we're irresponsible, imperfect and cold-hearted. That we are truly INhuman...no matter what we pretend to be!


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For the world, each of us wakes up and puts on a mask. Some of us choose a pretty, smiling one, others choose a frown or an emotionless one. None of us think twice before wearing it - does it really suit me?

Perhaps that is man's only hope of survival. But, it is not lies. Even someone who is smiling all the time can feel sad at times and yet smile through it, more out of habit than anything else. A sad person can feel limitlessly happy but yet not know how to smile.

That is life - we have to choose our masks right. We pretend, not lie. We go in endless circles because we're afraid to hurt our bodies. We are inhuman but we're okay with it.


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Who are you? I ask. I hope that as you read it , it echoes in your head. In your own voice, for I need not the answer. Stumble for a while as you ask, it matters not. Make sure you have the answer before you go.