Persona

There are many times recently that I don't have words to buy what I feel. I cannot afford it. I just can't. I've always believed in myself before. I don't know if I was in an unreal world. I was full of expectations. I have imagined what I want to be. I thought of how I'm going to be able to give without getting back in return. I cannot accept that it is so high that the norms still can't cope up with my delusional world. I am not special, that's why I want to be treated special. I know my capabilities. I'm slightly evil and I guess that's the reason why no one can take my values away from me.

Subject A:

 You're like V. A fighter! Wearing a mask and revolted against the Norsefire political party. You are the unwilling subject matter of the modern day Pharisees. A pundit has ruined your credibility. Many stories have been told. You were hurt. I felt that we connected and somehow and became closer as you were busy defending yourself. We were sitting on the same core. At least, we did. After we became adjacent, I had this feeling that I want to kiss you. But I forgot. You're V! You wear a mask. I realized that just because I can hear your sweet words doesn't mean that I know the dynamism of your mouth. It was apparently sailing towards the black sea. I still trust you V. At least you know what is right. However, removing your mask will tell otherwise.

 Subject B:

 I tried and am trying to be happy. Somehow, I am. When it comes to you, doubt always fight with my wisdom. I know I'm right and there comes BUT afterwards. But I value you. My heart beats for you, that's why. I can pick up those little wrongs from you. But I'm also afraid. It's piling up. You beguiled me. That's the biggest little wrong that I kept. It sucks the air around me. I now called my pillow doubt. Sometimes, I need to sleep with my head on it. Sometimes, I need to embrace it. I told you once that, if there is one person that wants to move forward, it's me. So help me. God gave you 2 hands to comfort me. Your lips are meant to tame me. This is a process. No one can ever forget a throbbing experience so easily.

Subject C:

 I often disregard what you feel. I am sorry. There are many things that I shouldn't have done to you. I put you on the lowest depths of the grime. I treated you like filth. You were my last priority when you should have been always the first. I am always forgetting that I love you. You can surpass this one, believe me. I am your only warrior. I can cripple myself to stand you up. I can be blind and lend you my sense of sight for you to see the truth. We're in this together Subject C. Together and forever!