No one sees or characterizes me as a fragile character. But persistently and unlicensed, it continues to pervert me. It tortures, follows and harasses me like a newborn baby discovering his mother’s nipples. The unbearable needle on the other hand, constantly pounding my back, sticking its point in my mucous, reminds me that I am still this fascinating facade yearning to be uncovered. The disguise needs to be exposed, the hidden vulnerability that can ignite at any minute, needs to be unmasked.