Faceless

It all started as a game.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a people-watcher.

As a child, I would watch people for hours before even attempting to talk to them.

I’d scrutinize how you spoke. What you wore. When you laughed. What you liked. Whom you talked to.

I would watch and watch, try to figure out who you were. What you wanted.

And once I put together the pieces of your identity, I would form my own, making sure they clicked.

It was like a puzzle that only I could finish and it amused me to have that sort of power over you: to control exactly what you see.

But under all of that, I’d ensured that I was that girl:

The girl you want to speak to.

The girl you share all your secrets with.

The girl you like.


I flit from one person to the next, as graceful as a butterfly.

Always smiling. Always pleasing.

You come to me when you don’t have anyone else, and it’s my shoulder you cry on, it’s into my ears you whisper your darkest secrets.

I soothe. I comfort. I encourage. I motivate. I charm.

And when I’m finally alone, I laugh.

I laugh at the world, at how gullible you are, to think you know me, to trust me the way you do.

I laugh till I cry and then I cry till I can’t breathe.

The tears never end, it seems, they flow and flow relentlessly, leeching me of everything.

The real joke was on me, all along.

And I’d never realized.


I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the shadow that looks back into my eyes.

I don’t ‘like’ her.

In fact, I despise her.

I see myself wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing until the light slowly fades from her eyes.

And then, I realize the girl is me.

The irony: I’d gained the affection of everyone else, only to realize that I couldn’t win me over too.

Alone, I’m a coward. I’m despicable. Spineless. A doormat. A hypocrite.

I morph myself to suit the people around me. My very identity is built on everyone else’s desires.

I’m no one without someone to please. Nothing without a task to complete.

And there is nothing left of ‘me’ now, of the person I could have been.

Before. Before all the masks.

 


When I look back, all I see is crushed dreams, and when I look forward, I see an eternity of nothingness.

But it’s what I see when I look within that truly scares me.

Underneath all my masks, I am faceless.

 

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336 thoughts on “Faceless

    1. 🦋 Some blogs are worth following and your I reckon yours is great. I blog mostly for relaxation. It’s a hobby mostly. Hubby often works out of town. Kids grown, married and grandkids are mostly at school. 🙂 Hope you don’t mind a grandma following your blog.

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  1. We all wear those masks, starting when we were, too young to recall, and, they were, for survival’s sakes (or at least, for me they were!), and, eventually, those masks, they became attached to my skin, and, it took me a long, long, long time, to finally, peel off each and every layer I’d, covered up my real self with…

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    1. So true and beautifully expressed…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! It really means a lot to me ❤

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  2. Thank you for sharing this. It is the hardest thing in the world to be true and vulnerable AND likable. Being analytical, using people, probably being a “sociopath,” are harmful to those around us but we have to trudge on and accept all faults without letting them crush us. I empathize, well said.

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    1. True and beautifully said…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here, Steven! It really means a lot to me ❤

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  3. The hardest thing to do is to look in a mirror and be completely 100% honest with ourselves. As my dad once said to me “the only person you are fooling is yourself”, and he was right.
    I’ve spent the last few years digging into my dark places to remove those masks (or ego’s) that I don’t like or don’t serve me anymore. And some of it has been damn hard. But I’m getting there and this journey continues.
    Thanks for your honesty in writing this post. it made me stop and question myself again. Back to the mirror….

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    1. I know exactly what you mean. Throwing away an entire identity you’ve created and used for so long is definitely not easy.
      I hope one day, I’ll find the strength to give up those personas that don’t fit me as well.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here, Jon! It really means a lot ❤

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  4. This was a difficult read because somewhere underneath your words,buried were my own masks. I guess everyone puts on masks. I put mine to protect myself from the searing scrutiny of the world staring at me and judging me all the time. But I know who I really am..so I guess I’m okay. For now. But there is always that fear lurking within me that I could get lost among the masks I carry inside me. Powerful post Natalie! An eye opener if I may add.

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    1. Mmm I know exactly what you mean.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thought here, Lalitha! It really means a lot ❤

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    2. I understand you completely, although, if you think about it for a moment Lalitha, you could never truly get lost among your masks. It is only your real eyes that you can see with, for masks don’t have eyes. So, the moment you realize what in you sees the world, you know what your true face is…
      I am not sure I’ve expressed my thought quite clearly, but ya…

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  5. I’d never thought of myself this way but now that my eyes are opened I can see the truth in what you write, which, by the way, is very well done. In my life I have unmasked twice; once in my early teens when I ceased to be the obedient miss who did everything as instructed; and once after I was married when I woke up one morning to the thought that if I went on the way that I was going to never do anything that I truly wanted to do. Fortunately my husband liked the new assertive me. It may be time for another unmasking but I’ll have to stare in that mirror and think long and hard, Thank you for this provocative post.

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    1. I can definitely relate to that…
      I went through that moment myself during my mid-teens and it was a complete 180-degree change there… unfortunately, my parents weren’t as supportive of the independent me 😦
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your story here, Jan! It really means a lot to me ❤

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    1. Sorry, stupid phone lol. Like I was saying, I went through my own peeling back moment many years back. I can tell you once the depression was over I had peeled back so many layers, just like an onion, that when I got to the raw Identity beneath I didn’t know what to do. I did know one thing though, I was free. Kind of like that moment when the Mariner has the albatross drop from his neck kind of freedom. I truly like myself now and couldn’t be happier.

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    2. Haha, no problem.
      Mmm still waiting for the happiness part here, I guess. 😉
      I get what you’re saying though, and I really hope I’ll be able to say that one day as well.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here, Aaron! It really means a lot to me ❤

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  6. I think you’re not alone. I knew someone like you. But I somehow sensed the game. It was a feeling, I guess. The angles didn’t quite meet. Not knowing what happened to those you left behind, for myself, I work on not closing those doors. People make mistakes. I also try not to say “they are what they are” because I believe we can all be fluid in personal development. “I was a different person,” it’s true! “I hope I don’t screw up again.” But I will. How will I fix it next time? Will I survive?

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    1. Mmm, what an empowering thought…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share this here! It really means a lot. ❤

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  7. I think stripping off the bullshit and seeing what you are underneath is a good start. You obviously have a lot of work left to do because you don’t like you and don’t even know what the real you is. Once you stop and just go within that darkness you will figure it out. The post makes me think of Darth Vader. I don’t know why but with the mask and the voice everyone thought he was a badass but when that is stripped it was like, “Damn what is that shit underneath.” Look at the ugly and make peace with it and that is how you heal.

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    1. True…
      Haha, when you think about it, that’s such an oddly accurate comparison!
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot to me ❤

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  8. Amazing! Good way to depict the way we interact with others and somehow adapt to what they want or need. It becomes hard when we do not recognize ourselves anymore because we always want to please people

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    1. The way I look at it,
      beneath these masks, we’re all the same-
      yet another veil- colors on plain canvas.
      Still, we don’t realise that deepest beyond , is only the flame-
      of same hope and happiness as bright as once was.
      (This is from one of my old poems XD)

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  9. This is such a strong piece…
    But have you considered this, that underneath all your masks, you are not faceless, but your true face is hidden from even you yet, for a deeper search? Afterall, aren’t diamonds and gold found only deep beneath the plain ground?

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  10. I tend to be a lazy reader. Something has to captivate me from the start to pull me in and keep me until the end. I don’t like that about myself because I expect other people to read my stuff yet I can’t get myself to read others’. I’m hoping it’s more a level of ADHD rather than me being an asshat.
    And here I am, reading your whole post. Yes it’s not intensely long, it sure didn’t feel that way. And it might seem silly to mention it as if that was MY huge accomplishment.
    Because it’s not. It’s YOUR accomplishment.
    So congratulations for keeping me reading, and thank you for that as well.

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    1. Haha, no worries, I’m sure majority of readers today feel the same… I know I do 😉
      I’m honoured that you enjoyed reading my post and it really means a lot to me that you took the time to share this here. Thank you so much for that! ❤

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  11. It’s interesting that someone could become someone else to land someone. I would assume that it would grow tiresome and then escape would need to be facilitated. I suppose that escape would probably end up being more dramatic and painful that was necessary.
    I don’t believe anyone has ever changed who they are for me (but I might have been blind to it) but I know I have done it myself. I told myself that it was growth, but lately, I have been questioning that.

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  12. Beautiful. Powerful. Treacherous. Dark. You went there, that place that I fear and only find in seclusion. Pushing boundaries to be enlightened, this is a really great work Natalie. Thanks!

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  13. You’re a someone, with a beautiful face. You’re the one, the universe chose to represent its beauty from within and without. Your eyes sparkle with the love you yearn for and are ready to give to those you see in need. Your nose breathes in the very essence of this world and gives out joy and happiness unto others. Your ears listen to the sorrows and joys of others and are salvation for their uncontrolled emotions. Your lips are the angel’s kiss for those near, dear and in need of help around you. Your cheeks are like the mount of Venus, where Goddess Venus herself endowed you with beauty and grace.
    You, my amazing friend, are the one. The one who was chosen by the universe. For a goal, a mission, that far transcends the mediocrity of mundaneness. You are the beauty that needs no mask, needs no competition. You are you, hun.
    You are Natalie. And you have the most beautiful face.

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    1. Wow, honestly I have no idea what to say.

      That was beautifully written, for one.
      So beautifully written that I’m starting to think you’re trying to steal my thunder on my blog 😉
      (I see what you’re doing there)

      I’ll allow it though, because it so happens that I’m in severe need of an ego boost at the moment and I’ll take what I can get.

      So keep up the good work: no matter what they say, flattery will get you everywhere ❤

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    2. Oh that ain’t my intention at all girl😄
      Well the only thing I can boost is confidence, ego ain’t one of em hon😉
      Be confident in yourself girl, you’re precious and an amazing person truly. Your words in this post itself your beauty. How?
      The beauty of description of the topic itself.
      The beauty in the way you write.
      The beauty in the way you express.
      And to describe, write and express one needs to be beautiful. And what’s beautiful, always has a face.

      You girl, have a beautiful one. And always will.😁

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  14. Such a beautifully written post, highlighting the most important path we all have to go through in life, the shading of our multiple masks that we have had to create as a form of protection and self-defense while growing up, to then become aware and love who we really are.

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    1. I’m so glad my piece resonated with you, Derek! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here ❤

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  15. Your honesty is profoundly moving and so human… thank you for showing us who we are by exposing what you find behind the mask…

    As my way of letting you know I appreciate you and your posts, I have nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. I hope you know there is no obligation to participate, but I do want to highlight this fact here.
    It is of course all voluntary.

    Sending you many good wishes and blessings!
    Michèle 🌸

    Here is the link with all the details: https://michelesorganics.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/mystery-blogger-award-2/

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words and the nomination, Michele… it means more to me than you could ever imagine.
      I’m honoured you think I’m worthy of this and I really appreciate the gesture.

      However, I don’t know if I’d be able to participate at the moment, and I’m really sorry about that.

      Thank you so much, again ❤

      Lots of love,
      Natalie

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    2. I totally understand! It is time consuming I know. There is also no time pressure so at any time is you feel up to it or want to shout to the world how appreciated you are, you can choose to participate then. Much love and light to you. Keep being the beautiful person you are. 💖xo

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  16. Faceless or fateless? It is in the shallows of life, where feet paddle you can rest and relaxation to be found. Here is where the quiet awareness of purpose comes to us. This is where Self abides. Though the Spirit is faceless too, the the Spirit and the Self have no need for masks. They have nothing to hide. Great piece. With admiration for the work, l send this response. Regards Chris T.

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  17. Wow your metaphoric symbolism is really gripping as it actually personifies your emotions and makes them understandable and in my case relatable.

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    1. I’m glad my piece resonated with you, Micheal… thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot ❤

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    1. True…
      I’m so glad my words resonated with you! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! ❤

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  18. Identity crisis, happens to me a lot that I can relate. What you said in the end, that you’re empty? Well for me I guess you can paint your face, to be whatever you want to be. You and your life is like a blank canvas where you can put any type of colour you want.

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  19. The reason why I hate this so much is that I can relate. The reason why I love this so much is because I am the same. No matter the order you put it in or how you arrange it we are the ones that comfort the people we know yet we remain the strangers.

    Thank you foe sharing.

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    1. So true and beautifully said…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here, Gabriel! I’m both glad and saddened that my words could resonate with you ❤

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  20. Thanks for such a lovely piece. Natalie…. After reading this I am getting to realise the masks I have put on to please the people around me… We all wear masks at all times and sometimes it is so frequent that we lose our real face in them.. And to note, maybe there maybe one or two human beings who know your real face in spite of the masks you have adorned…

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  21. … and yet… your writing… perhaps the only part of you unmasked before our eyes… and yet… we like what we see. Masks can never hide the light from one who “sees”…
    Thank you for sharing a part of you with us…
    Hope your day is most beautiful…

    Michael

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  22. Yes, a very beautiful piece, but yet… something about it shakes me, rattles me at my core even. Maybe because I relate and identify to some degree and then again, maybe because it scares me that I truly don’t know anyone else and maybe, I really am all alone…

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    1. Cool, Introverted Sensing. It has been hard being an INFJ male. My introverted intuition makes me real empathetic to the point that I quite literally feel other people deeply (your souls speak to me)…to the point of tears just from seeing hurt on somebody’s face. I don’t just listen to your words. I read your facial expressions, and I feel your soul. I also pick up on bad vibes when danger is around. INFJs are the watchers on the wall. If there is a bad guy about to hurt somebody in a crowd, I will find him. I’ve never been in a mass shooting, but if I am I will be the 6 foot 1 skinny white guy who tackles him to the ground. Am I a bit weird? Yes, yes I am. Hard growing up in America being an emotional guy too. I was always told I was the nice guy and sensitive or too sensitive (hated that one). Doesn’t bother me now at age 40. I’m thankful God made me this way, and we all should be glad for who we are. We all have gifts that work together. I only know one other guy (best bud out in Jersey) who is an INFJ and we are both anomalies in this world. I like your style Natalie Swift, keep rockin’! Blessings!

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    2. Haha I can definitely relate to that, though I can’t say I’ve gone through the same things you have. For me, it was more of those weird looks you get when you tell your friends you’d rather sit with a book at home rather than go out with them. Or when you can’t stay in a social situation for more than a few hours at a time. It used to really bother me then, and it still does, just a bit, now, but I’m getting there.

      Thank you so much, Ryan! You too! ❤

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  23. I understand ‘that game’ when they gave you the reaction you expected. But when they don’t it is slightly annoying and somewhat challenging. I’ve always pride myself in able to look underneath people, figuring out their motive, but sometimes when I meet those with the purest intentions, I more often than not get blind-sided by my own selfish judgements. And yes, below all these masks, when no one is there for me to be someone, I became no one. It is pretty depressing…Thank you for writing it in words, I could never accurately put down.

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    1. I can definitely relate to everything you’ve said. It’s almost eerie, how accurate it is…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot ❤

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  24. Hi, maybe you’d be interested to check out Lauren Raine’s masks of the goddess. And read about the making of them and the dancers and the archetypes to find out another reason for your “masks”… and how you can tap into many aspects and energies you do have within you… to empower your creative self? Anyhow… they are so varied and beautiful, I hope you have fun looking at them regardless and see what they draw out in each person, rather than hide.

    https://www.masksofthegoddess.com/workshops.html

    I’m still a new reader of your work, but it’s always interesting when i do! 🙂

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  25. Amazing writing. And scary.
    ‘I’m no one without someone to please. Nothing without a task to complete’ – I’ve always felt that i was fairly independent, but when i read this, the word independent seems quite hollow now – revealed all the masks I actually had on. Your meaningful writing, has helped me think deeper about myself. I’m hooked on to you blog. Thank you

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    1. I’m so glad my piece resonated with you! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! It really means a lot ❤

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  26. I really liked how it shifted from one to other emotions to show the real identity. We are all and simultaneously we are nothing. We know everyone but inside we are struggling to find ourselves.

    What a strong write up.

    Keep it up

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    1. True and beautifully said…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot ❤

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  27. You truly spoke to me with that text. I was that girl and sometimes I still am and I thank you for putting those thoughts and feelings out. It’s very important to speak about, what drives us mad because it what keeps us sane.
    I send you lots of love!

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  28. Extremely relatable! This was like a walk down memory lane for me. Thanks for putting a penned connection from my past to my present for me to enjoy. I’m glad I found you on my path. You’re writing is brilliant to me.

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  29. Omg this was absolutely beautiful! You’re an amazing writer and this was so powerful. So honored that someone as talented as you just followed my blog. I just followed you back. Seriously great work!!

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  30. It is when we come to terms with the demon inside,
    that we learn how to find our true self. Masks sometimes
    are necessary tools, but that is what they are: tools. They
    don’t define you, they change you, yes. But still, once I read your words,
    I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and I guess it was you.

    Thank you, this is a great piece.

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    1. Haha, that was really beautifully said…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share this here! It really means a lot ❤

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    1. You are so welcome ! You are another one of the amazing writers that I have had the honor of coming across that has true talent ! The art created by writers like you leaves me speechless ! Thanks for sharing this ! ♥️

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  31. Hello Natalie! This piece is exquisite! I was hoping to speak to you about a project I’m working on but found no contact page on your blog. Would you reach out to me at mine, so we can chat via email? I’d really appreciate it! Thx 🙂 Susi

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  32. So well written. We wear and/or create masks and emotional fences throughout our lives until the point we can’t even recognize the person underneath. Like acting a part on stage that we can never escape from. I guess we think we’ve fooled everyone, but ultimately we only have fooled ourselves. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. Exactly… thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot ❤

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  33. Rory G was taking photos of bands & people at the Tyne Festival yesterday. I went outside to say hello & how you doing. I hadn’t seen him out with his camera for some weeks. He’s in love. It’s good to be out, he said. ________ doesn’t finish work for a couple of hours so I’m taking photos. I just don’t get the time otherwise. That’s the pay-off, I said. Sounds like you two have a nice balance though. Don’t let it get too far one way or the other. It’s a highwire act, love. Don’t really know why I said that. I barely know either of them. But he said, yeah, we went to the circus the other night in Gosforth. Have you been? (I hadn’t). _______ said she hates circuses, he said. She only told me afterwards. I didn’t dare tell her that I hated them too! – I thought that was odd, what with him being a photographer & in love & everything! Lovely piece of writing, Natalie. You really capture something sad & instantly recognisable. Thank you.

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    1. I’m so glad you liked it, Madhavi!
      Mmm exactly.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! ❤

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  34. This post was gloomy but very relatable.. as a person I’m saying if you need help in finding yourself .. do contact. I have been in same situation..molding my self to please the world until I started questioning my existsance ..but I worked on it and now I am my own.. so if you too feel that .. we can help..

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  35. It truly is a fantastic post. I love it! In a way it is relatable to every person! It’s amazing how you can get caught trying to become what other want you to be that when you finally realise what you have become it’s too late!

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  36. Wow ! “The irony: I’d gained the affection of everyone else, only to realize that I couldn’t win me over too.“ sometimes you have to hear someone else’s words to hear your own thoughts.
    Very powerful Natalie – thank you

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  37. You are seriously talented. On August 18th I created a digital graphic of a girl crying after a mask had been removed from her face… and I was feeling everything you wrote here. How Bazaar. I’m not surprised though. That’s how collective consciousness works. Groups of us process the same issues at the exact same time. How silly we are to assume we’re all alone. I will give you a heads up when I publish that picture. ❤️

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    1. So true… I’m surprised each time by it, that feeling of seeing your own thoughts written by another hand. An odd sense of deja-vu, really.
      I would love to see it!
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here! It really means a lot ❤

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    1. That’s an intruiging way to look at it…
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts here, Anand! It really means a lot ❤

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  38. I loved how this was poetically written, it connected with me, and beyond that made me visualize it literally at the end. The imagery of removing the face you see in the mirror and seeing a blank is great!

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  39. I like this post a lot. I think a lot of people are like this; being who they think every other person wants them to be at different times. I love the honesty and the effort to work on what you don’t like. Great job!

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  40. This is an incredible piece. It’s surprising how often people can have unique struggles that still resonate with others who have gone through similar pains. I really like the contrast between the two different sizes of text – that separation really helps your narrative lead. I may try that in a couple of my pieces some time!

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  41. It looks like this post has touched a lot of people, and that’s probably because you’ve expressed an easily relatable, universal truth. We’re all projecting caricatures of ourselves in one way or another.
    Thanks for a good read.

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    1. That’s really an intruiging take on it… thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! It really means a lot to me ❤

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  42. Oh man, this one cuts deep. I think its part of human nature to have a social identity that changes. Eg. I am different around my family than I am around my friends. And I always know and have a role.

    But when I’m alone, I don’t really have a reason or role. It’s that kind of meaninglessness that can drive someone insane. I’d like to think that I’m not the only one who feels that way haha.

    There’s a reason solitary is a punishment in prison.

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    1. Mmm that’s definitely something I can relate with… strange how we all think we’re the only ones with our masks, when in reality, each and every one of us hide behind our assigned roles.
      It definitely makes for a hilarious image: a room full of masked people running around, exchanging lies, living our little pretences, never suspecting that everyone else’s lives are facades as well.

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    1. Dreams are funny things… insightful in a way you don’t really expect.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts! It really means a lot ❤️

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  43. I was at the opposite extreme in that social spectrum. I was the one who had nobody to talk to and could never figure out why. Social life baffled me. No amount of watching and analysis allowed me to understand what anyone was looking for, let alone trying to be it.

    Either way, you end up at the same place. The past sucked and the future didn’t look so good either. Being yourself is hell when nobody else is interested.

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    1. I can definitely relate to that… before I figured out how to ‘fit in’, I was in the exact same place. I thought being ‘liked’ was what would finally make me happy, and I was so confused when I found myself sinking even deeper.
      What’s the actual secret to being happy then?

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  44. Hi and thanks for this. The Nothingness You perceive. May and Is simply waiting.?. For what Is and All that. Inside. That seems endless. Written within. To be so freely etched. On. Thus Creating… something of No Thing. Simply and so. So Our World Legends. Do say. Light that Fire. Within. Dark or Light. ‘Tis all a Dream… or Nightmare. Of choices. Yours to make.?. Now. Keep the Pen. Handy. Thank You. Also.

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  45. t was like a puzzle that only I could finish and it amused me to have that sort of power over you: to control exactly what you see.

    Yea… Exactly who I am

    Please help read and comment on my posts to know your thought

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  46. This is so me. I am a people watcher as well. My wife thinks it’s strange and calls me a stocker. I enjoy watching people at the mall. It’s as if I’m trying to learn about them just by watching. Sometimes, I’m right. Sometimes I’m wrong.

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