I am trapped in the prison of your expectations

I can not be me because I am the me you want me to be

And I can see how that's confusing,  for I'm still attempting to wrap my head around the whirlwinds that is your perception of me.

I don't want to be drowned out by you. I just want to be me. But what if I'm not the me you want me to be?

Am I still even myself? Will I still have you? Will you still look at me with those eyes when you realise the me that I was all along never was that girl you first met at that party?

I'm broken,  I'm destruction, I'm fire,  I'm pain,  I'm tragic,  I'm corrosive,  I'm hurt,  I'm

Me

So I ask again,  are you sure you know who I am, or just who I am to you?

You only shine as bright as you allow yourself to

Who cares what other people have to say?
Who cares about today's generation of style and whether on not you live up to it?
Who cares about the false perception people have of you due to their association of reality?

Not you
Because you gave yourself permission

You released yourself from the confines of society and opened the door to a formerly prisioned version of potential. That potential can either be your greatest ally or your most detrimental weakness. It just needs your

Permission

You're a Bystander
You allow life to pass you by
You let opportunity drift off

Your motivation?
Nowhere to be found
Because you don't find what was meant for you

You just unlock it
You unlock the good
You unlock the bad

Regardless, it's yours
And only yours

I see you
I know how you are

People may seem to be other than what they truly are
But you are not

I understand your past
I understand your pain
I understand your mannerisms

I see you
Do you see me?

Who are you?

The questions we ask others
We don't even know how to answer

The observations we make
We don't understand how to process

The drive we see in others
We don't pierce through their walls
We don't go deeper than their facade

We don't go deeper.
We don't make an effort to connect, rediscover and challenge ourselves

Why?
Because we don't know who we are

Why?
Because we don't take the first step in learning that is understanding

Because we don't try

The endless truth that

This world is painfully crude

My reality

Made possible by something

I do not wish for at all

I gasp for air
Only to be drowned in pangs of uncontrollable sorrow
I am alienated by my loss

I am not like them
I feel everything
Yet nothing

all at once.