I feel so much more than other people.

At least, I think I do, because otherwise,

how do they function?

I don't.

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.