Who am I?
By Kazia
Sometimes at night while i sit alone I wonder who i am. I smile like everything is Ok when really im dying inside. My heart breaks for lost friends, my soul cries for lost loves. Who is this person, this so called "pretty girl" she's always so happy and smilng they say. She is lost and losing it behind the mask. They will think im weak if they really know me. Why should i care what they think. Society has placed me in a category that i dont want to be a part of. I am not better than you- we are equal, we are the same. We all feel the same feelings, dont we? I am in love with a man who doesnt even know my name, nor my face. Do you think if he knew me he would love me back? One will never know. I can hope he notices me, maybe i will jump up and down and make a fool of myself, no then he will think im a freak. Am i a freak? It is Ok if i am. I am Ok with who i am......or am not. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 02:27 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Sometimes at night while i sit alone I wonder who i am...."