I move, I pose, I twist, and I catch myself laughing at how ridiculous I look
Added 2025-11-01 09:19:53 +0000 UTCYou put it on, right? Just a mask. And suddenly… I’m not really me anymore. I don’t know who I am. Maybe I’m sharp. Maybe I’m soft. Maybe I’m a little bit scary. It doesn’t matter.
People look at me differently. They see what they want. Or maybe they see nothing at all. And I love that. I love the not-knowing. The guessing. It’s like… like I’m moving through shadows, and the shadows are moving with me.
I move, I pose, I twist, and I catch myself laughing at how ridiculous I look… and how electric it feels. There’s freedom in it, you know? Freedom to be bold, to tease, to push just a little too far. Behind the mask, I’m alive in a way I can’t be without it.
And maybe that’s the secret. Maybe that’s why I keep it close, why I put it on and let the night swallow me whole. Because behind the mask… anything can happen.
- Muse
