Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Reflect

I am myself.

I tell myself that everyday.

But the other day I was told that if I changed everything that was me, I would have the material to be one of the most popular guys in school. So I'd have to giv up playing my electric and take up something like the Clarinet, ditch my bracelets and earings and let my clothes become an every day blandness usually consisting of Gap and H&M... My music, the one thing I love more than anything would have to be ditched and the headphones of bleeping R&B would take over, Rap and Pop lining my ears.

At the time I sneered and shrugged it off but looking back on it. I know it would be impossible to change me inside and I know I would be even more miserable. But it ould take the hit off my back and change my very existance. I couldn't do it.

I don't want to try.

But for some strange reason it's nice to know that the choice is there.