I always fail to understand the most obvious, the real me.
I sit down and think. Is this me the real me or is there someone deep down I would like to be. Why am I not happy being what I am? Why is there a constant struggle be someone better? Why? I think but reason defies me.
I stand in front of the mirror. But this is not the real me. Does the mirror lie?
I find myself in the midst of a million masked me’s, foolishly trying to unmask the real me. I fail. Finlly persistence yields and I see a glimmer of hope. It seems I have found the real me. But what is this…alas! There is another façade beneath the mask. Another layer to be uncovered. Maybe this is not the real me afterall.
I fail yet again. Still I search.
