who are you?
Everywhere I look people stare. They ask me " who are you young lady? I stand there as if I'm on a bridge trying to choose which person I am. I finally snap back to reality and tell different ppl different things so they like me. I want to tell them who I truly am, but I don't even know who I am myself. I hide behind a mask afraid of how they'll react. People roll their eyes and shake their heads in judgment if you're not how they want you to be. But if they knew me, if I knew me, would they judge me?, would I judge myself?, because I'm not the person they want ne to be? The pain of a thousand words flow through my mind searching for the right point inside my head. As if it's like a big ocean and that one point is lost somewhere deep in the water.