I’m walking down the path. Scrape, scrape, scrape. The sound of my feet dragging down the trail as I attempt to walk. The path is bending more and more with every motion of me dragging my feet, slowly becoming a spiral to darkness. Everything is dead silent, not making a single sound for me to hear. They sit there staring at me as I fall. Deeper and deeper I go. CRASH! The cold, hard ground catches me after what feels like forever. Once I abruptly come to a stop, I realize that I’m no longer the same person I was before. I’ve changed. I still look the same on the outside, but I feel different on the inside. I feel like I won’t be accepted if I’m weird or silly or different. I feel that I have to follow the crowd instead of going my own way. I feel like they’ve changed who I am and who I want to be into something new, something “better”. As if who I was wasn’t good enough. As if everything around me needed to change for me to fit in. This isn’t fair. I shouldn’t be who you want me to be, only who truly am. Since when does everyone have to fit in, have to perfect in someone elses eyes instead of there own? I want to be myself. I want for once not to be afraid to show the real me. Everywhere I go now I hide. I hide from whatever is lurking around the corner. I’m tired of changing. I’m tired of hiding the real me so I “fit in”. I want to walk down a different path and hope that it will take me somewhere new, somewhere other than here. Somewhere where I don’t have to change who I am. Where I can be accepted for who I really am. I’m waiting for that day to come. The day when path finds me and takes me away. Waiting for the path to take me to my own paradise. A perfect world. A perfect world where nobody is hurt, and everyone acts like themselves. BOOM! The sound of me coming back to reality, realizing that this will never happen.