The Sad, The Happy, The Mad; The Everything

16. Be

~Italics - written Jun 1st, 2016

Help me.
I'm not who I am.
And it's killing me a bit more everyday.

...

I keep telling myself that if any of this was meant to be then I would have had the chance to be the real me.

It's like looking at the world from the outside.
I'm not truly living my life.
But I can see all that's wrong with the lives of those who think they can dictate my life.

Lives spent gazing on others.
What's the point of all that, if none of that really matters?
Love is all most wanted in life but why does it become so hard to get when it's real and so easy when it's surreal?

All I wanted was to love and be real.