"Allegedly True"

It's true that a hobo walked up to me, on the street one day, looked at me squarely in the face and said, "God, you're beautiful." I never realised I was God.

It's true that my lovers have cried over the sheer magnitude of my glamour, held me tight in bed and begged me never to leave them. I never realised i was wanted.

It's true that a girl at university proclaimed me the most beautiful girl she's ever met, because she was so overwhelmed at how exotic i looked. I never realised i was exotic.

It's true that i have been scouted for fashion magazines and acting. I never realised i was talented.

It's true that i'm highly desired by men and turn heads as i walk through the crowd. I never reallised i was that interesting.

If it was the case that these statements are true, then why do i feel so cut up inside? Maybe it was all a dream. if so, then why are these scars so real? I'm all alone and i can't tell what's reality anymore. I think i'm going insane if i'm not already there.
  ¶ 10/07/2005 01:46:00 AM