I Do Know Who You Are. I

I Notice, However, That Peter Only Pretends To Inject Himself—when He Presses The Plunger Down, The Fluid Runs Down His Throat, And He Wipes It Casually With A Sleeve. I Wonder What It Feels Like To Volunteer To Forget Everything.

But I Will Find New Habits, New Thoughts, New Rules. I Will Become Something Else.

You Can't Be Fearless, Remember? Because You Still Care About Things. About Your Life.

The Candor Sing The Praises Of The Truth, But They Never Tell You How Much It Costs.

I Look Older. Maybe It's The Short Hair Or Maybe It's Just That I Wear All That Has Happened Like A Mask. Either Way, I Always Thought I Would Be Happy When I Stopped Looking Like A Child. But All I Feel Is A Lump In My Throat. I Am No Longer The Daughter My Parents Knew. They Will Never Know Me As I Am Now.