My name is not as important as my story.

My story isn't as important as my life,

My dreams are more important that what you see

Who I am inside is nothing compared to what you see from the outside,

I am but hidden in a mask projecting the stories I have to tell,

even if they are lies.

Lies you can leech off of.

Lies you can breathe.

Lies I conceive.

As for anything else, its make believe.

My age is just a number;

like the slow progressing days into the year becoming nothing but a memory.

I am me.

I am nothing.

I want you to see things my way -

even if you have a hard time understanding what it means.

I want you to understand the suffering I hide just so you can see your not alone.

I wish nothing of this.

I'm a living human, I am not perfect.

I try to stay positive but I can't make that effective all the time.

I am vanishing into the shadows,

into the congesting crowd that you stand in, watching.

So here are my legends, my myths, another dimension to perceive.

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