A moment of weakness

 In a moment of weakness everything seems clear, at least the emotion behind it does,  but then again,  in a moment of weakness a persons true self is revealed and that is what we all fear the most. That in these moments,  before our death;  in times of complete loss and madness and rage; we reveal our hearts true intention; and that which we find:hidden behind these doors is a window into our soul,  but the soul we ni longer know.

Perhaps that is why we find reasons to lie; to hide what we fear we really are inside.  However what if we already know?  If we have already fallen witness to the tyranny and destruction of our true selves. Would that be even more reason to to hide? Too afraid to show the world who,  or rather what,  we truly are...

If this is so, how can we be so selfish as to hide monsters in cotton cages and tame them with time? Is it all in an effort to tame the living beast, and wwith this same notion of time, break its spirit and conceal it within ourselves because that would be foolish of us all.

If however,  all of this may be so, then we are correct to fear these few,  brief moments of weakness,  for they are the ones that will be truly shatter us and reveal the souls that we really are without the masquerade and crumbling walls built to keep us safe, but when these are all to melt away,  I can only hope the ones around us can prepare for the aftermath we will unleash on the enemies of these very soul's,  our tortured souls...

xxxx
Mystique.