Perpetrator

Many thoughts on this little head of mine. Consciousness deteriorates over the elusive time. Losing myself as I ponder this temporary blockage. Everything thrown off during this power outrage. This mask I seem to hide behind. I'm running from something that I refuse to find. People are so easy to deceive because their eyes captivate an image. Minds wonder through its pilgrimage. I smile, but they perceive me to be happy. If they only knew the truth, judgments will be passed; and I feel crappy. Pain runs deep within these veins. I can still feel the inside, gnawing away with its fangs. Fighting for survival and my sanity. Though constant and rigid, I stand apart from vanity. I'm not what people have mold me out to be. Even if people feel as if they "know me", sad to say, you (people) never will.