Does anyone but me find that your soul has many faces. Mine does I have at least three facades.
1) This facade or is it releasing the only mask that I never have an oppurtunity to show. The one that torments me, hurts me, and wallows in the darkness seeking out new ways to turn on me.
2) My everyday self which at the beginning of my college experience is changing a lot.
3) The one I provide for my family. Which isn't horribly different from my everyday self but just enough to bug me and make me feel sad.
I absolutly despise how many faces every person has. I hate pretending to be me when thats not really who I am just the way people thought I was. I just feel like screaming People Change! Everything Changes.
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