disclaimer: This character is completely owned by Marvel and I can take no credit for it.
Who am I?
by Dizi
Look at the person next to you.
How well do you know them? Really.
I can almost promise you it's not as well as you think. Their posture, body language, speech patten, the way they tilt their head or move their hands when they speak. All the little things. Things you may not notice.
If these things are a little off, I bet you just think they're not feeling well or are having a bad day. You may be right. Or not. I count on that.
They could be me.
Who am I, you might ask. Sometimes I don't even know. I can be anyone. I have been so many people the real me is often lost.
Pick a role and I've played it. Mother, father, sister, brother, friend, relative, stranger on the street, little Johnny down the block.
I've given birth and thrown them away. Found a little girl and raised her. Which was the real me? Neither? Both?
I've been gay, straight, priest, and atheist, leader, follower, activist, and rebel. All of them played to perfection.
Were they the real me? Or another role?
Do I care? Did I at the time? Do I regret? Should I?
Is what I feel, say, or do real? Or part of the role I'm playing? Am I your friend or mortal enemy? If I look like one can I really be the other?
Even in my "true" form you don't really know. Do I?
I can and have done it all, been it all. But was it real?
A game? A job? An assignment? For money, or something else?
Who am I?
Do you know me? Can you really? Can I?
Look at the person beside you.
Are they really someone you know? Can you tell? How can you be sure?
Who am I?
I am Mystique.
And that's all either of us may ever know.
note:
Okay, I know I'm supposed to be working on Jenny but I was talking to someone through e-mail about Mystique and she got stuck in my head. So here it is. Hope you like it. Please tell me what you think because as always I really want to know, good or bad.
Thanks for reading,
Dizi