Dream - l.t {au}

Dream

I've got a folder in my hand.

People say it contains everything about me.

It doesn't.

It doesn't say that I've taught my self everything I know now.

It doesn't tell you that I'm okay.

It doesn't tell you about my behavior.

It doesn't let me speak for myself.

It never will.

It's the only thing I'm carrying.

Apparently it's the most important thing I own.

It's not.

My mind, soul and heart are the most important things.

But they don't see it like that.

It's all black and white in their eyes.

Never different shades in the colour spectrum.

Just a block.

That insignificant detail revolves around every thing.

It's always wrong or right.

Never the option of 'you did your best' or 'she tried'

Why?

Because that's the way it is.

There is more to it. I know there is.

There's more to me.

But for as long as I carry this folder.

The less of a chance I have to prove it.