You make a new friend. Make them a mix tape (or playlist, for the younger folks) that tells them who you are through song.
What other tells about
me, but described how I perceive others perceiving me when I stop being
who they perceive me to be, who they want me to be, who they are
projecting onto me, their ideal of me, and start being their un-ideal of
me.
I don’t change at all… although changing is an intrinsic part of who I
am because I allow relationships to transform me… but with others, the
changes are just in how they perceive me. Nothing to do with me,
everything to do with them.
I
am whatever you want me to be, the ideal and the opposite of that. Angel
and Devil. Saint and Sinner. Who cares who I really am…
But what I know is… you will never see me as I am, which is how I see
myself. That is for me, and me alone. Why? Why anything really?
I do see you… and I see that you will never see me… perhaps that is
my real purpose… rather than the purpose I wish I had, I think I have…
to be who you want me to be, then disappoint you so… so what?
I can’t meet your demands… so you cut off my fingers. They grow back
so someone else can cut them off. (Did I mention my mood was too heavy
to post at this time).
