Me

I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? Or are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome. - Not even my closest friends, not even my whole family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge now a days. You only see the person from what they want to allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as I can, and guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that that way everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay. That I will never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strange that’s recently become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me. No one will ever knew me, and sometimes that scared me, because no will will ever know why I am the way I am.