Speaking my mind

I am me

Starting conversations is really not my thing.
I've been always seen as the "generic boy".
But under this concealing facade is more than just smiles and laughter.

I cripple by the thought of perfection.
Maybe because I've never experienced it, no one ever has.
A sigh makes my day heavier, as if I look gloomy or emo.
But let me tell you this—

I'm not.

I'm just a man that is no different from any other human being.
A few talents here and there, a few flaws that create what I am today.
I am not a special snowflake.
The world is not all about me.

But have you ever thought otherwise?
Maybe this world is made for me.
Maybe I'm the one that actually is the center here?
I am just in a simulation, a life of illusion.
Nobody is actually real.

And so again, philosophy lingers in my mind

The mind of thyself is really a canvas of thoughts
Of curiosity, doubt, skepticism, belief, you name it
Maybe all of us are original after all

Maybe we each are a special snowflake, maybe not.
It all comes down to whether how you perceive life.
Your perception could be the purpose of love, enjoyment, friendship, success, etc.

All of those thoughts I will speak out in this book.

I will conjure out my expressions and allegations
Just to feel whole again
I will cry out my sorrow
Or shout out my anger

I will show emotion

Emotion that is free
That is not surrounded by faces of different reactions
No shadows or silhouettes of people that can look down on me
It's just me, my mind, and my phone
Spewing out my heart
So that it can finally stop resisting to break

This is David
And I am speaking my mind