Monday, January 31, 2011

Vadoma

My own little hole in the world
I just dig deeper and deeper.
I knowingly accept
when Death asks to add his name to my dance card.
Trudging and trifling on and on
I pretend to know, I pretend to be wise
I pretend to be more, to be different,
when really I'm just a scared little girl
who only wants to be told that she's
the prettiest princess in the world.
To know, to be known.
That's all any of us ever really want.
And yet we fight and preen and act offended
if anyone dares to assume that they can see
past the flimsy veil that we attempt to construct.
Thus the dichotomy of being human...
taking pride in staying so well hidden,
yet all the while longing to be known.