I can be whoever you want me to be. I can be shy, scared, sexy. I can be a murderer, a clown, a dancer. You tell me what you want, and I will change myself to fit your desire. It’s what I was born to do, made to do, manufactured to do. I will betray anyone, kill anyone, love anyone. I am your servant, your slave. I will do your bidding until the day I die. My mind is sold to you, consumed by you. I live in a shell of lies, one disguise on top of another. Tell me what to say, what to do. Put the words in my mouth, the movements in my body. I will follow you to the end of my days, obeying without question. Say the word, and I will transform.
A writhing mass of humanity, a monstrosity in my own eyes. I will poison myself, rip my own heart from my chest, bury myself alive, await the moment your word sets me free. Then I will claw my way out of the grave, reborn in the dirt, in the dust. Reborn in the eyes of the serpent. For a moment, the illusion shimmers, truth fights to break free--
But your voice pulls me back, pulls me out of the mud, pulls me into the lies.
I can be whoever you want me to be, but never who I am.
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