I have never worn a physical mask to hide my face and features. And neither have I ever worn my true face. Or shown my true feelings.
I despise humanity, I would love to see it fade back into its own filth, I rue the day I was thrust into this jumped-up primordial dust. If my finger was on “the button,” I would not hesitate to press it firmly and decisively.
Yet I walk the world smiling, gracious and charming; no one would know of my secret sneer. my disdain of all of “creation”.
I attend work, perform diligently and with due purpose, even sometimes going beyond my remit; I sit at pub bars and talk to the staff, to fellow drinkers too, as if I were one of them; I married and had children as if I were just like anybody else (easily the most difficult role I have played).
All the while dreaming of society’s rot and decay; all as I wait to unveil my true self. I smile inside thinking about it, that day when I will shock everybody I know by revealing my true being. When I reduce them all with my words, send them snivelling away ashamed to be human. Turn them into the grovelling dogs I know them to be.
And that’s when I will break the seal and send us all to hell.
I despise humanity, I would love to see it fade back into its own filth, I rue the day I was thrust into this jumped-up primordial dust. If my finger was on “the button,” I would not hesitate to press it firmly and decisively.
Yet I walk the world smiling, gracious and charming; no one would know of my secret sneer. my disdain of all of “creation”.
I attend work, perform diligently and with due purpose, even sometimes going beyond my remit; I sit at pub bars and talk to the staff, to fellow drinkers too, as if I were one of them; I married and had children as if I were just like anybody else (easily the most difficult role I have played).
All the while dreaming of society’s rot and decay; all as I wait to unveil my true self. I smile inside thinking about it, that day when I will shock everybody I know by revealing my true being. When I reduce them all with my words, send them snivelling away ashamed to be human. Turn them into the grovelling dogs I know them to be.
And that’s when I will break the seal and send us all to hell.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the following picture prompt and the written prompt, from Oscar Wilde: "Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
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