how i am
i say
i’m tired
but they
aren’t
asking me
what i’m
tired
of.sometimes i wonder who i am... well most times. i’ve become so accustomed
to wearing masks around different people and faking a smile with so much
pain... that, i ask myself: who? am? i? i have to take that step back, evaluate,
and decide. what makes me... me? what qualities do i have? how do other
perceive me? i end up getting to the conclusion to stop getting in my own
head and being silly. to sit back and relax. but i’m one of the rare few that has
so much trouble relaxing. my mind wanders.... i’m a dreamer they say. i
think too in depth. oh well.
they ask me