My confession to myself which I thought I should put out into the world. |
What I Really Am? I portray a strong beautiful women who is confidant of who she is. Who doesn't need anybody to make her happy and I tell myself independence is the only thing I need to focus on. But behind closed doors I suffocate in the isolation I created to protect myself. Cowardice consumes me as I hide behind books and music. I am indeterminately paranoid of making a fool at of myself that I question my every word and action. I refuse to look at the mirror too long for I dread that I might see the petrified little girl that is inside me. I don't define myself as beautiful only adequate within this world filled with true beauty. Love is a dream that I have every night only to desire that one day I will attain it. And I am too afraid to open up to people, will they understand the words that I am trying to get across? I may be all those things but I hope that one day I won't be afraid anymore and I know writing this down is the first step to achieve my dream. |