I know what I know

Chapter 3

"I feel like I had been running with a chain dragging behind me. Hiding who I was..."

I've seen it. I have friends who do this. I'm sick of this bullshit. To me, you need to be who the hell you are. If you know me personally, you know I don't give a shit about anyone's thoughts on my outlook. You feel suffocated. I know. I used to be the same way. I would hide the fact I know a lot and was a weird singer/actor/writer. I buried the real me. But, after third grade, I was done. I changed. Have you? When will you give up this charade? When? I walk by and I see this. I see people pushing themselves down so their friends don't know The real them. It's just like make up or like a mask. You don't let people see you for you. Well, fuck everyone and be you! Break the mask. Wipe off the make up. Dress the way the real you would dress. In fact, I challenge all of you who read this. The next day, put on something the real you would wear, don't put on make up. Don't put on jewelry. Just clothes and shoes. Go outside. Let the real you talk. And if it's raining, run outside and dance in it. Make yourself feel free. Be YOU. And don't lie and be all 'This is the real me'. You can tell that to yourself. And before you go to bed on that day, look in the mirror. There is your own face, your army, your soul. Because, putting on a face is like the Trojan Horse. It was beautiful on the outside, but false. On the inside was a strong, beautiful army. Let that army shine through and conquer the people who bully you or think bad of you. That is your challenge. If you don't, I feel bad for you. We all have that army, it's just different from others. And that's the truth.