Everybody expects me to be the happy one in the group. They turn to me to come up with the answers. They look at me for encouragement. They look up to me. I am the shoulder they cry on. This is my mask. That is not who I am on the inside though. I am not normally very happy and I always look at the downside. I am not nearly that smart. I look down upon myself. I want to have a shoulder to cry on. I want to take off my mask and show my true colors but I am afraid I will be made fun of and I will let people down. I am afraid of hurting someone by being me. People think they know me but nobody knows me that well. I want to strip off my mask and burn it. But I can't.
What do you think?
-Veerah
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DreamerForADaughter Day To Day Randomness
SonstigesFor all my followers. This is a peek into the world of DreamerForADaughter. It will show you how my brain thinks and how random it is.
