Face

It occurs to me that some of you may not know what I mean when I say my Face. When I say Face, I dont mean the fleshy organs covering the front of your skull. Its a little deeper than that. My Face is who I present myself to be. When I say that, a lot of people tend to say that that is lying to people. They, of course, assume that I'm presenting myself as someone I'm not. Actually, when I think about it, they may not be entirely wrong. I am not me anymore. I'm not enough of me to be anyone, for that matter. I have so many missing pieces that, without my Face, I probably couldnt function in normal society. Without my Face, I dont speak, I cant think, I dont eat, I cant work, I cant see, I cant hear. My body virtually in autopilot, like a drone, just going through the motions. With it, I can funtion and appear as normal as I used to be. This Face functions as all the pieces of me I no longer have. Pieces like my joy, contentedness, laughter, tears, hate, basic anger, and several more that I dont wanna write out. My Face remembers what these pieces were like and simulates them. However, its not perfect. It slips quite often. I cant cry in sadness or in joy. I laugh at inappropriate times. I seem distant alot. Just little things you start to notice when someone else points them out.

I may tell you how my Face came to be, but I'll leave that for another time.

this one was my status a few days ago, but I dont think I put it here, so here it is

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, sit in place and show me all. Visions soaring through your glass, from the future, from the past. As much as I beg and plead and cry, you will never, NEVER lie.

and this one too

Mirror, Mirror, white as bone, why must I be so alone? I only wanted not to change. Is that so bad? Is that so strange? The Mirrors voice was cold as stone, "This is why you are alone."