You can turn your back on me, but I’ll be the one to walk away faster. Watch me, and you’ll see me disappear; listen and you’ll hear my footsteps fade. I’m not scared, I’m terrified. I’m petrified but I won’t ever let it show, and you know me well enough, for behind proud eyes I’ll remain haunted. I knew I couldn’t count on this, it’s always hit, and never a miss. This game everyone plays, I was always MVP, but I changed my game plan, rearranged my strategy, now I’m stuck on a losing streak. And my teammates won’t take me back. I’ve been replaced because of all the determination I lacked. Or maybe I possessed too much that it was no longer viewed as willpower, but instead a great weakness. So Monsieur, I’ll inhale a breath that I’ve never breathed around you before. Maybe I’ll taste the air differently now that I know the powers you hold. Or maybe the wind will blow, and send your smell elsewhere, maybe nature will set me free from the entrapment you planned and have clearly perfected. Take pity on me, for I am restless and vulnerable. I am strong and independent, but equally needy and reliant. At this moment in time, I am stuck reminiscing about yesterday, my walk to the park that went uninterrupted by thoughts of you. I know what you are selling is fake, I have come to understand that it is all an act; feigning an interest because I was a worthy customer. Put your game face on Mr. Salesman and open up that oversized trench coat. I will stand back, I will suppress a shudder, because deep down I know I’d be over reacting. But I need you to reassure me. I need to believe that you won’t reveal a knife or a gun, but that you possess what you say you do. Just show me the inside of that coat, let me see all the gadgets you claim to have. I swear I won’t inspect them, I don’t care if they are made out of plastic or if they are genuine... if what you sell is fake or real. I just need to know that on the surface you are honest because I only ever have the courage to go skin deep.
