Is this Me
What do people see? What would everyone think when they realize this girl has a dark secret? They see a girl with her whole future in front of her and a girl with a bubbly personality. This girl they see is happy all over with no worries in the world. This girl dreams with hope of the future and has faith in humanity. I am filled with curiosity and wonder in the world and believe that anything can help. Can this person exist inside me? I’m afraid to show the true side because I don’t know who will be there when I fall.
Who do I see? I see a girl with long black hair, scars all over, and a shattered soul. I am a girl who no one wants to be around because of the burden she puts on other. This girl is worthless compared to others because she is a shell and nothing more. I am ugly, weak, and nothing. I don’t dream, I don’t hope, and I don’t care. Life is meaningless and there's no point on why I’m on this earth. Can this person really exist inside me? How has this girl not fallen, and survived everything that has happened to her? This girl has gone through hell but she may not realize that she is still there burning her soul from the raging fires. I have suffered never knowing anything else but this life I live. Who am I but a shattered soul?
How does she see the world? Here is a typical struggle she goes through: My heart is beating out of my chest and I’m drenched in sweat but it's okay because I can’t breath or think straight. Is the room closing on me, am I going to fail and be trapped her forever? I need help! I try to reach out, I try to scream at the top of my lungs but nothing comes out. I lose hope and fall into deep sleep, losing a part of myself every time. This is my anxiety attack but that's okay because it happens all the time.
These two people are paradoxical but they make up one person. This person has their ups and downs in their life. Who is she but a girl with long black hair and a shattered soul. She keeps trying to call out for help but no one ever shows. I keep searching for hope, for some kind of savoure to break me out of this prison called my life. But everyone keeps falling for my trap and never realizing that I’m suffering on the inside. they are trapped and are in a trance of wonder never seeing what's going on because their eyes are sewn shut and they can only see a false truth. They have fallen into the deepest water but always prevail. Through this experience I have never wanted people to see what’s really going on in my life because I don’t want people to worry about someone who is worthless.