Maturity is over-rated, yet so under-used. I don't understand how we all have the same feelings, the same understandings, and the same choices to make, but we still can't act our age. All I ever get is "Have a sense of humor" or "Stop joking around". Why can't I act the way I feel when I feel it? When we do act our age we end up lifeless and too serious for words. I don't understand why I cannot be myself. I cannot discover who I am. One second I'm delighted, the next I'm angry with reasons I do not know. How do I fix this treacherous feeling? It haunts me that I can't show how I feel through much, but my eyes. If you look deep into them you can almost see my soul slowly stretching, and tearing itself apart to leave it's ashes in the place where my heart used to be. It's not like it's a daily affair to feel this way either. My heart pounces at a rate unknown as I try to figure out who I am and how to act. What to do is my question. What to do? What to feel?
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