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. . . . . . . . . . "A Look At Life..."
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Wouldn't it be nice if for one day I could just be me with no one
caring? Wouldn't it be great to just sit down with someone and tell them
what you feel and think without being looked down on in a bad manner? I'd
like to find that one person who cares, loves, understands, and respects me.
Where are you? Why aren't you here with me right now?
Sometimes... just every once in a while, a thought in the back of my
head says... why can't you just be like everyone else, be what is considered
normal. But then I think, no, I like being me. Although it is more
difficult when there are so many people who disagree with me... I enjoy it.
I like being an individual. I like showing who I really am and not hiding
behind a mask all the time. I've come to an understanding with myself
finally, almost. I am beginning to respect myself for who I am. I'm
beginning to change. To change into something more colorful. I am starting
to come out of the darkness and say, hey, this is me.
But still few listen. Few care. Few understand. I feel like my
whole life I've been waiting for one person. And they have yet to make an
appearance into my life. I think I've found the person and then they turn
out to be disgusting monsters who I want nothing to do with. All of my
life.
I've been in hiding. Wishing someone would find me. Maybe he or she
will come along and save me soon. Save me from reality. Maybe he or she
will tell me who I am. Tell me that everything is going to be alright and
nothing will hurt me again. Wouldn't that be nice? I keep wondering why
no one helps. Why no one seems to care. Why no one will tell me what is
good about me without begging them to.
And so I step outside of my body and look at the mess lying there on
the floor. And I think to myself. This is you, you are supposed to be this
way, you created you so deal with it. And then I smile and think again...
hey, you're not that bad. Because at least you care.
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. anada 107 by AphexTwin23 (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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