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Look at me.
Do you think you see me?
All you see is my best attempts at becoming what you want me to be, but in all reality I can't be what you need me to be. I'm done trying to be what I'm not. It's got me so confused as to who I really am that I'm not even sure when I'm pretending anymore. I look into a mirror and see this stranger looking back. I can tell that this stranger doesn't even like me with that look of disgust on his face. I don't know what I want to do with my life, but heaven forbid I stop and try to think about it! s**t I can't even catch my breath for long enough to call for help! Help? Do I even want it? Isn't help for those who can't handle their problems? I can't be that because if I can't handle my problems then I'm screwed cuz I can't trust anyone else too... Who am I? Who do I want to be? Who am I supposed to be? Why does it even matter? *sighs* ******** it I'm done rambling, I'm going back into my shell...