Through The Looking Glass


I am legion. I am a saint when it comes to my parents. I am a bitch when it comes to my brothers and sisters. I am a mute when it comes to strangers. And I speak in tongues when it comes to my friends. Especially when I am under the influence of alcohol. And to society? I am a ghost. But what intrigues me the most is my identity when it comes to my own self. Who am I exactly? Am I just an actor? A performer? Or do I become more like myself when I act? When I perform the roles I want certain people to believe in? Who am I exactly? I am nobody. I am perfect.

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