I feel so much more than other people.
At least, I think I do, because otherwise,
how do they function?
I fake it, fake it until it becomes real.
When I can't tell the lies from the truth,
that's when I know I'm okay.
My mother told me once to not take things so
personally, said it like honey laced with cyanide.
Disappointed smile and all.
That's when I stopped telling her what
raced through my mind and started acting for her, too.
I think I deserve an Oscar,
one made of tarnished gold.