You have to dare to tarnish the reputation you have let others set for you.
Look at me, I say shit and start wearing a skirt and people start to question what they knew about me, because really they knew nothing at all. They knew a face, and a name to label that face, and they may associate me with one thing or another, but that's it. They don't know me. They don't know what I am scared of or what my dreams are, or where I would rather be than sitting at this desk saying these words. They look at me, but it would be extremely hard for me to say that many have actually seen me. And the funny thing is, after I have said these things out loud and pointed them out, people might actually want to get to know me, but I don't know if I myself am up for the challenge. It can be hard to be seen for the first time and not feel the slight panic of never being able to become invisible again.
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Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
