No one really knows me. No one really does. No one will ever truly know me. Yes indeed, how they will, when they never even try to know the real me. Yes, I smile and laugh but they’re good at assuming that everything is fine with me. I hide behind a mask, because everyone gave me reasons to. No one truly knows me, because everyone judges me, so I tend to wear this emotionless mask with me. I let them judge, what they do not know exactly. I don’t know, but all emotions I have inside been already overflowing. And it’s been a very difficult task for me. Friends, yes I have many but if I do, I wonder why when I needed them, they flew away from me. They wouldn’t care how it feels like to me. I am tired, but this emotionless mask will be up forever more, and waiting for someone to take it off of me.
8 Dec 2012 / 25 notes