Reflection
by Heather
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Renee Palmer walked into her apartment and kicked off her shoes. Her neck ached from stress.
A bubble bath would do me a world of good, she thought.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water. As soon as the tub was done filling up, she undressed and stepped in.
This is MUCH better, she thought.
She began to think of everythin that was going on in her life and began to cry softly. She was so tired of trying to be strong. Trying to act as though nothing was wrong and that her life was perfect. She was tired of wearing a mask. She realized then, that she actually wore many different masks. She wore them in front of the Resistance, the Taelons, Doors Enterprises, Augur, and even Liam, who she considered one of her best friends. They all knew her, but they didn't know the real her.
Just then, her favorite song came on over the radio in her bedroom. She thought it described her life perfectly. She began to sing along.
"Look at me
You may think you see who I really am
But you'll never know me
Ev'ry day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my recflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burn's with the nedd to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we fell?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't prtend that I'm someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?"
As the song ended, Renee thought to herself, Maybe someday I will stop wearing these masks, but not now. I can't appear weak in front of everyone. But I'm afraid that if I don't stop, the real me will just become a memory. But I can't let my guard down. I am so tired of this. It's just not fair. I wish I could just rip off all these masks and show the world the REAL Renee Palmer. But not now. Someday.
The End