The True Mask
I am a Black Mask. Spiritual and fatalistic, my beliefs, dreams and emotions guide my ambitions. I am cynical and trust very few because I believe superficiality runs the world. This does not prevent me from being superficial to attain my goals. My mission is to expose the ugliness of attractive people and mar their beauty. When I am angry, I humiliate my enemies in the most merciless way possible and let them destroy themselves through their own shame. Though my life for the most part has been fairly normal, it is marked by a string of significant setbacks harsh enough to force me to completely reinvent myself as a more socially magnanimous person, but this is merely a facade. I don't know how to be true to myself and my life is marked by self-hatred, envy, and a constant quest to find myself. Yet my intelligence and insight, combined with my legendary vindictiveness, is remarkable enough to reach anyone who has wronged me and hurt them very, very badly. Some say I can see the future. Perhaps I can.
I have no delusions of divinity. We are men, not gods. Man is his own god, his own devil, his own death--we are created in our own image, yet imprisoned by the face we call our own. I will remake the world as I have remade my face, so that they may confront their ugliness and find for themselves what is beautiful.
I feel cursed with the only value of hating everyone who would hurt me. When it rains, i am happy. I don't believe anyone should be happy. I believe that everyone should share my pain, my hate. I give advice through the pessimistic side even though many think the advices I give them helps them. I hate optimists and what they are. Pain and regret is everything I live on. Never will I see the light; it is my enemy. Beauty is dead and broken. To me, we are just another ant in the ant farm.
I am a rare creature. I am lovely in the inside, though i think i am weird. I keep to myself privately, although everyone else thinks I shine. They look to me for comfort, and I never speak out of turn. I am the ultimate regality that everyone longs to be, but to me, it comes naturally. People think I am always bright, but there's a side to me that no one knows...I don't know how to express it, therefore, i take on art. They say I am exceptional at writing or painting or something creative. I might not be a professional at it, but I am not average. I am loved by almost everyone, I have good relationships, but if that relationship ends, I'm not the type to get along like good friends again. Sometimes, they say I am also like the moon...always there in the night sky, carefully watching, cautiously guiding, loved, expected, and special... even to the loneliest of souls.