To shed an identity
To take up the mantel of a new person.
To colour over the old lies
To be my own person.
You think you know me, but you know nothing of what I have become
You may have known me, but I am a stranger to you now.
For I have seen the future and I know what lies ahead
I am... a living reminder of folly.
I'm not really sure how this came up. It just did. I suppose it has something to do with typical teenage angst. That was certainly experienced last night. I very strongly dislike having to tell people that something is wrong in my life. It takes away from my ability to care for myself. I hate letting people take care of me; hate being weak.
Its a problem, but I feel like it takes away from my inner strength.
But when life's problems come crashing down around you... there's not much you can do, but sit and cry.
I had a heart-to-heart with a couple people last night. They tried to make me feel better, tried to fix my problems. But I do not want to be fixed.
I dislike how people think that I will come home from college the same person who left. I cannot ever be that person again, no matter how much I may or may not want to. I've left that person behind in the dust.
The end.
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