Replicant's blog: "The Watcher"

Always looking in from the outside, I watch.  

Watch the happiness of others and wishing I could feel it.  

My feelings mean nothing.

I am nothing, but the mask I wear.

A mask of false emotions to hide the truth. 

When the mask begins to slip and the truth revealed, I slink to the shadows.

The shadows hide insecurities and imperfections.

I am insecure.

I am imperfect.

I am nothing.

Time to fade into darkess.

Disappeaer.