Surrounded by what seems to be the same to each other, but different from me.
I feel so small.
With the slightest push I may fall.
I am drowning in what I feel I should be, what and who I am told I should be.
But I stare in the mirror and who is staring back is only me.
How do I become someone, something I am not?
I think the beauty of difference and uniqueness is only something that everyone has forgot.
The inside is what's real.
Who goes to the cover to find out if they lived happily ever after?
But that's just how I feel.