it makes me cry when i look in the mirror... i look, i stare, i search within these wrinkles to find me... i look and all i am seeing are faces that i don't know...
layers... how much i need peeling to reach my real face? how much i need washing to clean everyone's dust relaxing on my real face?
who am I? what is my identity? which parasite am i permitting to live through me instead of me? do i still remember my face?
i touched these layers of faces and i didn't feel my touch... ahhhh, that's why i don't feel the slaps, that's why i don't feel the smiles... everyone tell me that i have a great smile... i tell them that i am crying, i ask if they are blind to do not see my tears... but, now i am crying, and in the mirror, a perfect smiling girl is looking at me!!! but this is not me....
where is me? who is that smiling freak in the mirror... she is lying... she is pretending... she is hiding the truth...
i am the truth and she is just the frame... but i realized then that i've permitted the frames to live instead of the truth...
layers... how much i need peeling to reach my real face? how much i need washing to clean everyone's dust relaxing on my real face?
who am I? what is my identity? which parasite am i permitting to live through me instead of me? do i still remember my face?
i touched these layers of faces and i didn't feel my touch... ahhhh, that's why i don't feel the slaps, that's why i don't feel the smiles... everyone tell me that i have a great smile... i tell them that i am crying, i ask if they are blind to do not see my tears... but, now i am crying, and in the mirror, a perfect smiling girl is looking at me!!! but this is not me....
where is me? who is that smiling freak in the mirror... she is lying... she is pretending... she is hiding the truth...
i am the truth and she is just the frame... but i realized then that i've permitted the frames to live instead of the truth...
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