Venetian Mask, Photo Credit: Dmitry Rostovtsev, Dreamstime.com
Hidden in plain sight; cloaked in layers of misdirection. Not what she appears to be; but yet is her real self. Deception is her protection. Necessary because of the family she had been born into and the multi-billion dollar empire they had built.
Tired of the charade, she envied those with simpler lives. A mask, no matter how beautiful, was still a mask. Even so, it was ridiculous to be ungrateful. She had freedom that many could only dream of. Her personal yearly allowance was more than most made in a lifetime.
But it was lonely to always keep her friends at a distance. It felt seedy somehow that they shared their lives with her; yet she hid hers from them. She had opened up to other ‘friends’ once before. It had gone badly. They resented her and her need for secrecy.
Friendship disappeared and a dependent guiltiness took it’s place. She paid and they took. Finally she ended it; suffering their harsh, jealous accusations. But her new friends were different. They had their own lives; were building their own careers.
Certainly they can accept me for who I am. Can’t they?
