I try. I try every. Single. Day to be who people want me to be. Who people expect me to be. Smart, kind, weak, nervous, happy. But I'm not. Alright? I'm not that smart. I snap sometimes. Sometimes I want to be strong. Sometimes I'm not that nervous. And I'm not always happy. Don't you get it? I'm not always happy. Though you act like you are I know that you aren't always happy as well. People are sad, okay? I am sad. And I always seem to say the wrong thing. And does it not even occur to you that I'm only laughing because you are? Not because I think it's funny that I said something stupid. Or that I'm changing my opinion simply because it's the one everyone else has?
I live my days in fear, because I can't control what I think and what others think. My opinions are often ridiculed. And I change. I don't change because I want to. It's because I have to. Because you always make me feel like an idiot. Why do you think that I stand by the little house at recess, singing to myself? Because those are words that have already been written. You can't mess up if you know the song. Okay? So yes, I know that I'm an idiot. Just stop making me aware of it outside of my head.
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My Manic Mind
Non-FictionThis is the thoughts that go on in my head. Each chapter title is one topic of thoughts from my list. Yeah, I have a list. Read on if you want. If not, what should I care?
