One Day

I turn around and she's disappeared. The shy one, the one who wants to crawl under the table and crumble if she ever had to make any sort of presentation. The shy one who felt that she didn't really fit in, but somehow managed to make a fit work. Maybe this is who she is now. Anonymity provides a cover to be who you want to be. Because you figure, who really cares?

Powers was right when he said that we can only ever put on one persona at a time. Its not as though it's being a fake person...it's just what we do. All the world's a stage and everyone has their part. But the actors aren't individual beings. It's you standing there while the curtains rise. It's you standing there when it falls. No one else.