My first day by: April Mayuol
I wake up.
I brush up.
I dress up.
Than put makeup not realizing that im trying to impress someone i havent met yet.
Not knowing that im trying to hard to impress pretty much thin air.
Why do i do this why do i try to be someone else without trying why do i care what they think its not like im going to look like everyone dress like everyone and even act like everyone or see everyones point of veiw. I am me, you are you, she is she and he is he. And since my skin is a darker shade of brown compared to everone, I look in the mirror and see beauty and other times i ask God why am i not beautiful in my eyes Then i realized he created me And right then and there I just spit in his face with thinking that not even trying to. So the question here is why do i not see what he sees i guess it will be left unanswerd.
