I have felt like an imposter in my own life ever sense I've started to pretend to be okay when I'm really not, when I laugh and smile when I really wanna cry, when I act like I'm fine when really I'm broken inside, I act like I'm living when really I'm dying, and I guess I've just been pretending for so long I must have forgotten how to be real with people without feeling scared or anxious and maybe even nervous because the few people I've tried to be real with well they hated me were mad at me didn't wanna be my friend anymore or be with me in a relationship of any kind anymore they said they loved the fake me better and hated the real me cuz I was to weird or to much of a freak to them and they'd love me still if I went back to pretending. Some other people who I used to be real with all the time usually always got tired of me and replaced me with someone better only talked or hanged out with me when they were bored or no one else was available and I stupidly let them even though I knew they didnt really care about me in any way I still let them use me cuz I figured this is the best I'll ever get from society and the world because I'm just one of those people who doesn't really matter till I'm long gone either dead or moved else where so yeah I guess truth be told I gave up on life a long time ago but now the only reason I haven't fully given up is cuz my hope to find someone or something more hasn't died or gone out yet.
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Hidden Feelings Book 1 (Poetry) (Journaling)
Short StoryIt's just a bunch of songs I wrote when I was feeling mad or sad or extremely happy and motivated. Their just a bunch of lyrics formed from my emotions. I mean I was trying to figure out how to express myself so I started using rhymes to begin with...
