Who am I ?
What happened?
Who do I wanna be?
Did I change?
What can I do to help myself?
Is this really me?
Why can't I answer these questions ?
Is it because I know I want to try so hard to tell the truth but all that comes out is lies to make it seem like I'm fine .I used to be such a people person I didn't pay attention to what people said .But as I get older things got to me .People got to me.Suffacating me.Begging for air.For life.For happiness .Will I ever be that girl again ?
The one who didn't care what people said about her.
The one who always smiled.
The one who was caring and helpful
Who was her own person
Now she's this person that she can barley stand to look in the mirror.The one who isn't "smart" enough or the one who isn't "skinny" enough.The girl who doesn't bring lunch because she's scared that she will eat to much.The one who doesn't fit in anywhere.The one who begs God to send her one good friend .The girl who used to look at life like a beautiful picture until someone took it and took all the color out.Leaving it black and white.
