Stars

Have you ever looked at a star? I mean really looked at it? No two are alike no matter how hard you try. Each one has a different fault or flaw.
I’ll carve your name in a star and dripping with my blood, send it shooting to the sky. And should it return I’ll burn it into my arm as a memory of gummie bears and sour patch kids. Snow flakes clinging to my gloves and melting on my cigarette. Don’t tell me to stop, you hypocrite. You know nothing. You know me as the world knows me. Not as I truly am. Have I ever really dropped the facade for you? Have you ever seen or understood the real me? You seem to think so. But I know the truth. As soon as you peel away the top facade, I put up another three layers beneath. Rumors are based in truth and therefore so are my masks. But they are twisted and mangled with pain and suffering. You’ll never see the real me.