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The hunt for truth
A lot of things can be said about me - most of them unpleasant, some of them lies and the rest are just a partial semblance of truth. I've been judged, stereotyped and peppered with so many labels that I've grown tired of trying to peel them off. What's the point in trying to prove myself when we all know that you and I will still remain as strangers even after all the bloody revelations have happened?
I am what you think I am. All of the worst things you can think of and more. I am your evil nightmare - the stalker, the liar, the slut, the whore and the irresponsible individual out to ruin your life. I am your worst mistake, your biggest regret, the force that makes you cringe and cower out of shame every single time you think we've been associated in some way, shape or form. I am the humiliation you sweep under the covers of your unmade bed, the dirtiest secret you keep under your rug, the sharpest knife you'd only cling to when all else fails.
I am the most interesting person you've ever met. You listen to my experiences and wish that you had done the same things when you had a chance. I am your envy - the little green monster you'd love to quash because at the back of your consciousness, you know I don't deserve to have all these things that you think are so great. I am your own personal laugh track, your captive audience, your very own fan club.
I am your plausible deniability. I am your denial. I am your admittance, your savior, your salvation. I am the one person who would stand up to you and for you. I am your bad influence, the reason why you sin and do all the things that you do that would merit you a one way ticket to a special place in hell. I am the one that holds you back; the one that tells you you've had enough and you should stop. I am your designated driver. I am your responsibility. I am your exact contrast - seven for seven.
I am your soul mate; the one person you wish you've met before you've married. I am your fantasy; the one you fantasize to when you're jerking off. I am your poster girl, your cover girl, your centerfold. I am your mother, your child, your goddess, your slave, the devil incarnate.
I am a scared little girl seeking for any kind of parental approval. I am a victim, a perpetrator, a criminal, a suspect. I am promiscuous, reserved, wild and frigid. I am exotic, unusual, weird and hilarious.
I am everything you want me to be. I am everything you wish you were. I am everything you're not. I am not who you think I am. I'm confusing and that's actually a good thing.
Don't tell me you know exactly who I am because to tell you the honest to goodness truth - I don't even have a clue of who I am.
I am what you think I am. All of the worst things you can think of and more. I am your evil nightmare - the stalker, the liar, the slut, the whore and the irresponsible individual out to ruin your life. I am your worst mistake, your biggest regret, the force that makes you cringe and cower out of shame every single time you think we've been associated in some way, shape or form. I am the humiliation you sweep under the covers of your unmade bed, the dirtiest secret you keep under your rug, the sharpest knife you'd only cling to when all else fails.
I am the most interesting person you've ever met. You listen to my experiences and wish that you had done the same things when you had a chance. I am your envy - the little green monster you'd love to quash because at the back of your consciousness, you know I don't deserve to have all these things that you think are so great. I am your own personal laugh track, your captive audience, your very own fan club.
I am your plausible deniability. I am your denial. I am your admittance, your savior, your salvation. I am the one person who would stand up to you and for you. I am your bad influence, the reason why you sin and do all the things that you do that would merit you a one way ticket to a special place in hell. I am the one that holds you back; the one that tells you you've had enough and you should stop. I am your designated driver. I am your responsibility. I am your exact contrast - seven for seven.
I am your soul mate; the one person you wish you've met before you've married. I am your fantasy; the one you fantasize to when you're jerking off. I am your poster girl, your cover girl, your centerfold. I am your mother, your child, your goddess, your slave, the devil incarnate.
I am a scared little girl seeking for any kind of parental approval. I am a victim, a perpetrator, a criminal, a suspect. I am promiscuous, reserved, wild and frigid. I am exotic, unusual, weird and hilarious.
I am everything you want me to be. I am everything you wish you were. I am everything you're not. I am not who you think I am. I'm confusing and that's actually a good thing.
Don't tell me you know exactly who I am because to tell you the honest to goodness truth - I don't even have a clue of who I am.
