Who am I? Sometimes I wonder about who I really am. To be honest I don't always know. When your life is mostly an act, you begin to lose who you really are. There are day I pick up my sketch pad and I can't do anything because I can't find that piece of myself. There are day that I just lose every piece of me. I can't be happy or angry or anything. Just confused.
Not many people know, but a large part of who I am is just an act. I'm not that girl who is willing to whoop butt. Instead I am shy and sweet. I have more bark than bite. And honestly, it takes a lot to make me mad enough to fight. But the minute you accuse me of something I have not done you better run. My doctors have accused me of self harm, and the next time anyone on has the balls to accuse me of it again, they are going to lose their balls.
So yes, I'm not always nice. But who is? We all have our moments.
I hate when some one tries to start a fight with me. I don't like to fight. I'm a lover not a fighter.
I just wish I could drop the act and be me. But people don't want the real me. They want the side of me that I hate. They think that they know the real me. But honestly, I am amazed that they haven't seen right through me.
Everyday is an act in a play called My Life. The curtain won't close anytime soon. I'm a puppet but sadly I am the only one who doesn't control the strings.