It Cuts
I just wrote something that cuts really deeply. When I was younger, I wrapped myself in a blanket of lies, made myself out to be something I wasn't for the approval of others. The truth didn't go away, it just sat inside me, hidden. I cry, and I angst, and I feel so intensely, always have. But that was a cry for attention, an "angsty gothy fuck" that no one had patience for. So I buried it deep, and didn't share. I learnt that being yourself was to be disrespected, a sign of weakness. But I am honest, so my lies became truth, or at least I thought they were. You wear a mask long enough, you begin to think it is your face, even though yours is underneath and peeling. But I still love these people who knew someone who isn't me.
Currently Listening: Evil Nine - You Can Be Special Too Warning, big download, RAR-encoded. Worth it though, cutting edge breaks to hip hop and massive attack like stylings.