To you and to the whole world,
Who am I in this world? Who am I to these people? Who am I to my friends? Who am I to my lecturers? Who am I to the society? Who am I to you?
Well, who am I to question this?
You will see me tagging along my beautiful friends. Sometimes, you will see me walking so fast alone, eyes on the ground. You will see me laughing like a normal teenager. You will see me smiling to people. You will see me trying to make jokes which sometimes succeed. You will see me participating in class. You will see me frowning when I feel obviously low.
Well, you will see me as a mundane girl with a mundane life.
Will you remember my name? Will you remember how do I look? Will you remember me asking you lots of questions in class? Will you remember any simple acts of helping that I had given to you? Will you remember me on stage giving speech or playing instrument?
Well, will you remember any pieces of me?
Am I a good friend? Am I a bad friend? Am I a good daughter? Am I a bad daughter? Am I a good student? Am I a bad student?
Well, am I a good person? Am I a bad person?
What will you think about my face? What will you think about my outfit? What will you think about my smile? What will you think about my body? What will you think about my posture? What will you think about the way I walk? What will you think about the way I talk? What will you think about my opinions?
Well, what will you think about myself?
I have so many questions for you about myself. I think I know the answers but somehow, I need to hear it from you. I just want to know myself from your perspective. I know you think I'm crazy for asking lots of questions. Don't get sick of me. I'm just lost. I just don't know myself anymore. Insecurity makes me have no idea of who I am anymore.
I know you don't know me. I know that you've never seen me. But somehow, I want you to be the one to answer these questions, to say something about all of these disturbing thoughts of mine, to tell me everything.
Just answer them and tell me that what you're answering is what you see about me. Don't lie. You'll make it worse. Just tell me. Honestly.
Yours,
Erin (:
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