Sibunasd5

“People who shine from within, don’t need a spotlight”
          	
          	I hate how people think that just because they know someone that they know everything about them. I don’t know everything about myself, so how could you. My deepest thoughts and emotions are locked up in my mind, so far that even I don’t know where they are anymore. It gets me wondering about myself. Who am I. I guess I still don’t know. Yet, I know it’s something I want to figure out.
          		I like to write. I like to dance. Expression. That’s what it is, a way to express yourself. It transports you to a different world, where everything is perfect. Soon, you have to leave and face reality. Yeah, reality sucks. Having all these hopes and dreams, and then getting them crushed because you think you’re not smart enough or pretty enough. Being a kid, you get shot down a lot, and I’ve heard being a grown up isn’t all it’s cracked out to be. 
          		So, I don’t know who I am, or what I want to be. Some say you can be whatever you want to be, and others say it’s useless and you shouldn’t get your hopes up.
          		It’s hard keeping all your true emotions in. You put up an act, a mask. Only the people who truly know you can know what’s wrong, and so far, know one does.

Sibunasd5

“People who shine from within, don’t need a spotlight”
          
          I hate how people think that just because they know someone that they know everything about them. I don’t know everything about myself, so how could you. My deepest thoughts and emotions are locked up in my mind, so far that even I don’t know where they are anymore. It gets me wondering about myself. Who am I. I guess I still don’t know. Yet, I know it’s something I want to figure out.
          	I like to write. I like to dance. Expression. That’s what it is, a way to express yourself. It transports you to a different world, where everything is perfect. Soon, you have to leave and face reality. Yeah, reality sucks. Having all these hopes and dreams, and then getting them crushed because you think you’re not smart enough or pretty enough. Being a kid, you get shot down a lot, and I’ve heard being a grown up isn’t all it’s cracked out to be. 
          	So, I don’t know who I am, or what I want to be. Some say you can be whatever you want to be, and others say it’s useless and you shouldn’t get your hopes up.
          	It’s hard keeping all your true emotions in. You put up an act, a mask. Only the people who truly know you can know what’s wrong, and so far, know one does.