Being a Teen, probably ages ago I never knew life would matter, as long as I am happy and everyone else is equally happy. I couldnt differentiate between emotions, and the adults were perfect at hiding their flaws hiding the truth masking the uglist forms of the world to mould the blank piece of me into perfection in their eyes. I never had any goals ambitions, just a human being, growing with the world, consuming life as it is.
As I grew older, emotions started to matter lifes starts to take effect in my memory, ambitions and wishes were form and moulding into shape. Thats when unhappiness begins, definition of love hate sorrows goals any form of life starts to grow on me. I don't really remember when my family started calling me crazy but I think it was when I began to try fighting for what i believe in. If i believe in a world full of optimism, and possibility i do have people bringing me to their realistic world. If i block things out people think im selfish and self centred. If i try to help, i never the less smart enough to form my own ideas and opinions. Are these ideas formed by my head? or the worlds impression affect my image. I really don't know..
I really do wish one day i'd fine out, until then i guess im happy in my own little cupboard space of mine.
The Girl in the Cupboard.
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