A Beautiful Lie

"Everyone's looking at me, I'm running around in circles ... A quiet desperation's building higher, I've got to remember this is just a game ... It's a beautiful lie ... It's a perfect denial"

There is no check list of prerequisites when it comes to when, where and who I bare my soul to ... Most of the time I don't feel my behaviour nor actions need justification ... It is not my problem if someone thinks less of me as a result of their own perception; their ignorance ultimately leading to their loss, I am not here to prove myself to anyone ... My friends know I damaged goods ... Accepting of me ... Knowing how I tick, not needing to know why ... In return I oblige by not getting too deep ...

Segregation happens everywhere, subconsciously or not, I always form a kinship with the *misfits* ... As obvious as a tattoo on their arm, perhaps unnoticeable and misunderstood by most, sixth sense kicks in and I feel drawn to certain people ... maybe seeing a hint of their own void in their eyes, or hearing pain when they speak ... Without invitation you won't push another misfit into telling their story ... Just the knowing that there is a story is more than enough to relate to ...

Starting out to be a seemingly *normal* day at work turned into something much more meaningful ...

This afternoon, sitting at my workstation and up to and through my first break I bared my soul to someone ... Another misfit ... The painful memories that resurfaced a fair trade in for the relief of someone, this someone, seeing me as I really am ... Through the looking glass ...

I didn't feel I had to, nor that I should ...

But ... this person's perception of me does matter ... This is one of those rare occasions I do care ...

I wanted to bare my soul this time ... and I did ...

Baring their soul to me in return ...

Feeling relief when the puzzle was complete ...

Brought closer from showing the bigger picture ...