by newcomet

Created on: August 06, 2009

A true tale.

I dreamed my face was on fire.

Melting, burning,

suddenly unrecognizable.

I told the person

I was not being truthful with

the entire truth about my dream.

"It sounds like...

you aren't being yourself",

she remarked....

being a very accomplished

interpreter of dreams.

My mask melted,

and merged into my skin,

my pores, my cells.

The was no way out!

My mask and I were one.

Sleeping, waking,

I have to wake up or

I will die.

Struggling to the surface,

over and over.

Or maybe under and under.

Blinking my own hazel eyes,

gently biting my own lip,

feeling my own tears on my skin.

But I can never explain

the mask I wore.

It seems like you

are not yourself.

I wore a mask with you

and yet i miss you so.

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