Wanting to be Ronnie Bass
I work out regularly, go to concerts, party it up, shop at vintage stores, study art, worship, engage in politics, and try to look attractive every single day. What qualities make people pass me over; it must be more than first appearences, as I am a master of safe seduction. There is never any risk of risky behavior. I dive into politics and art when all other attemps fail, as I cannot continue to stand up facing swift dissapointment. Those who know me best understand when I say that even when I try a new path I stumble with equal embarrasment. Is it so hard to try me, even if I fit a little akward.
When I walk people see the fasad, if not at first then later. My shoulders drag a little to low, my walk a bit to uneasy, I'm to comfotable hiding beheind the hair that covers my face. A jaded smile hides the daggars of pain which I inflict on others, those closest see a heart bleeding with passion and love, yet overcome with hatred. Is it possible for a heart to die? If life is a musical, I must be the Phantom of my own Opera.
When I walk people see the fasad, if not at first then later. My shoulders drag a little to low, my walk a bit to uneasy, I'm to comfotable hiding beheind the hair that covers my face. A jaded smile hides the daggars of pain which I inflict on others, those closest see a heart bleeding with passion and love, yet overcome with hatred. Is it possible for a heart to die? If life is a musical, I must be the Phantom of my own Opera.