I’m not sold.  This Grand Scheme.  This Plan.  I question destiny.  I question reality.  Because I’m not who I said I was.  I’m not who I claim to be.  You entrusted me with your vote.  I misled you into believing.  I was aware.  I knew the consequences of my actions.  I thought I could pull it off.  I thought I could disguise.  I never saw it as a lie.  Only that which I thought I should be; the person you wanted me to be.  Could I blame you for the encouragement?  The judgement?  Had you not wanted it for me, could I have gotten this far without wearing this identity?  I question my place.  I question your loyalty.  Whatever will become of me?