My secret faerie

December 10, 2008
I wear a glamour, thick and restraining.
My skin tightly wrapped under this human flesh.
My eyes disguised, still see in many colors, more colors than the rainbow, or the ones inbetween.
I hear the songs of the others who are trapped like me.
Held prisoner in their human hides, few but many.
We are forced to see what could be, never what is.
Longing for a taste of the sweet nectar, that is the honey of independence, freedom, the ability to be what we really are.
We wait, spending our days hiding amongst you, happy mortals.
I wait.
Wait, until the day when I can rip free.
When the time comes, I will peel back this private perdition, tear what holds me, and finally feel real.
Finally feel like me.

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