Don't be fooled by me.Don't be fooled by the face I wear For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, Masks that I'm afraid to take off And none of them is me. 

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled,for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't believe me.

My surface may be smooth butmy surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope, and I know it.That is, if it is followed by acceptance, If it is followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself from my own self-built prison walls from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to. I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothingand that you will see this and reject me. 

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game With a façade of assurance without And a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks, And my life becomes a front. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything,of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say,what for survival I need to say,but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.I don't like playing superficial phony games.I want to stop playing them.I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me but you've got to help me.You've got to hold out your handeven when that's the last thing I seem to want.Only you can wipe away from my eyesthe blank stare of the breathing dead.Only you can call me into aliveness.Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,each time you try to understand because you really care,my heart begins to grow wings -- very small wings,but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me.I want you to know that.I want you to know how important you are to me,how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --of the person that is me if you choose to.You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,you alone can remove my mask,you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,from my lonely prison,if you choose to.Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.The nearer you approach me  I may strike back.I fight against the very thing I cry out for.But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls and in this lies my hope.Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford."

Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln" made by "Ford."

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the "kicker":

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

AND...................:

Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse...

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater... 

i'd like to take the time to thank all the liars, cheaters, thieves, assholes, dumb asses, dipshits, fuckwads, idiots, morons, loud mouths, bullies, whores, fiends, egomaniacs, weasels, back stabbers, racists, cunts, douche bags, pussies, snitches, cum-guzzling ass-kissing fucktards, salad-tossing whiners, woman-beaters, criminals, snobs, ignorant ass-hats, know-it-alls, politicians, war mongers, control freaks, tyrants, brown nosers, naive idealists, fakes, oppressors, wannabes, bitches, internet gangstaz and every other mother fucker out there that gives me frequent opportunities to say, "FUCK U"!!!!!!!!!!!