ink.

alike

[weird, weird, weird]

◤We are the same,

Don’t you see?

We are more alike than we wish. With broken dreams. Hopeless. And hurt.

With fake smiles to fool people, lips twitching into a frown in a millisecond, but we cover it.

Our personality, we may be different, but oh-so alike, with open mind, and more mature than adults.

We observe our surroundings, wishing we could be like others, but then we always think they may be going through a lot, and then again, we wish we weren’t that alike.

We wish someone would care for us, despite our infinity of flaws and mistakes. But when they do, we want even more. But that’s okay, because everyone deserves it.

We crave attention, but we don’t want at the same time. Why are we so confusing?

I still don’t know.

Can we put aside our flaws, or maybe be proud of them?

I still don’t know what’s worse.

We are so passive and calm, but then we explode and we don’t know why.

We suddenly realize we aren’t happy, and we wonder why, but we are left even more confused.

Because we don’t have a reason why.

So why are we broken?

Why are we sad?

I’m still trying to figure that out.

Although you know what?

It’s impossible to change who we are, because even if we react different from before, force ourselves to think different, believe in different things.  

We are still the same.◢