Different Skins

Have you ever wondered if a mask could hurt you?

Sometimes, you get so caught up in being someone else, that you do things your real self could never bear.

It’s like you’re sitting backstage, with the camera just staring blankly outside while helplessness takes over.

Is this me?
I can’t really tell.
I’m a completely different person depending on where you put me.

Not in a bad way, of course. Let’s just say: if I were an animal, I’d be a chameleon.
I’ve gotten so good at coping with my surroundings, that it’s become completely automatic.

It’s a defense mechanism, and a shelter from oddness.
– I am an odd person, I know that much.

I’m a bulletproof woman most of the time. Other times, I just wanna feel everything at once.

Isn’t that a strength, though?
Being able to pull yourself up, no matter where life takes you, and act as if you’ve always been there.

Or is it a weakness?
Not being able to tell if it’s truly you that says: “nothing can hurt me”, but you just wish hurt wouldn’t come anyway.

It’s a dilemma, really.
‘Cause when my heart says: “kill your ego”, my mind says: “stab the heart“.