I wish I could just make myself into the person you want me to be. Even though for some reason you keep telling me to be myself. What if you don’t like her? What if I don’t like her? Because the person I’ve known to be me, I don’t like. I don’t like how she looks. I don’t like how she talks. But, no one hears that. It’s all in my mind. If I want change, why don’t I change? These days it really feels as though I am truly going insane.
Late night poem.. Probably will end up changing the title since I’m not a 100% on it. Any ideas? Comment.