So where do I start? I’m not your average girl. In fact I’m less than average, if anything. I pretty much fit in at school. But they don’t know me. They know me; but not me. They see me as this perfect girl. I hide behind a mask. I’m a fake. I wish I could be, that girl they all think I am. But I’m not. I never will be. In fact I strive to be anything then what I am. Me. Because when they finally see me they’ll run. People can’t face the truth. Truth is nothing if your not it doesn’t matter to anyone, not even you. To be honest, I think I’m a coward. I hide behind so many things. This image I’ve made for myself. This thing I’ve created to help me get through the day. This monster I’ve become. Like the wind screaming and whipping on my face. I am invisible, but I’m here. I always will be. Inside.
so this is what i am?..
May 2, 2009