Who Am I? Well I don’t know…
I know there is a lot of expectations on who and what I should be, and those expectations are the reason why water is falling from my eyes right now.
Growing up, I was told I had free will, to be whomever I want to be, but lately that feels like the world’s biggest lie.
The world is constantly telling me who I am and not allowed to love, who I should be friend and who I shouldn’t, how I have to dress, smile and keep my posture.
So this is tears, Tears of anger.
Because I am born into a world where I don’t have much of a choice, and I am the crazy one for wanting to believe otherwise?
My voice are muffled by others constantly covering my mouth saying “she is just a rebellious child.”
“Keep your mouth shut and look pretty”
If I was a handsome wealthy man, would things be different?
Would my idea make sense?
People call me insane for thinking I could change the world, with paper and pen. Maybe I am….
Because maybe not now. Someday I believe that I can…
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.