How does it feel to be me? Well honestly look at yourself real close; examine each little piece of your face, your body and now hate each piece of your soul existence. That's how it feels to be me. Now speak. Can you do it without tripping over your words or hating how your own voice sounds? Can you laugh without hating every giggle that's made? No, because that's how it feels to be me. Now go do your everyday life and don't drop all your papers, don't spill your drink. Can you do that? No, because that's how it feels to be me. Now yell at yourself tell yourself that you can't do anything right and that you are problem and that you can't be fixed. Do you believe it? Yes, because that's how it feels to be me. Now pick up that old guitar you've been practicing for years yet still can't play it without messing up, you get so frustrated and feel so useless cause you tell yourself, "why can't I just be able to do one thing right?" That's how it feels to be me. Now walk around the house laugh and smile and when people ask how you're doing you say, "I'm doing good things have been pretty good." You lie day in and day out because you don't want to put the extra stress on others to worry about you; so, you lie. That's how it feels to be me. Now hold yourself real tight in your room and cry because you are so tired of not being good enough, not feeling like you belong, you feel so empty inside like your drowning but you have all these hands reaching for you and you can't grab any because you feel so alone in place full of people. Why? you might ask. Because that's how it feels to be me.
