Soul of storms

The reason

I'm here for a reason.
Repeat.
I have a purpose.
Repeat.
Whenever I redeem my confidence with these phrases I hold up to show my world. The people that I care for. I conspire to give them my soul and blessing to be happy. The true fact is that I'm not always in the light in fact I'm usually quite unsure of how I feel deep deep down inside because I'm so used to covering up my emotions. The only reason I repeat is the same reason as any other, to hope that one day I'll mean what I speak to others. So call me a hypocrite but know that maybe, just maybe one day I'll inspire someone. Save there life from a terrible tragedy of there own fear. My teachers says I'm a motivational speaker cheering up the classroom providing others with what I don't even have for myself. I ask how I can encourage someone if I don't believe in helping them change because from my own experience of struggle. My teacher excepted the fact that I had given up. Later that week she heard me whisper under my breath what is my purpose. She spread her promise to me through a general touch on the shoulder and faintly put her mouth to my ear "How do you know if that's not your purpose, to give joy to others?".