«So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,what I'd like to be able to say,what for survival I need to say,but what I can't say.» home MESSAGE CREDIT ARCHIVE