exposed.

" Look at me, You may think you see, Who I really am. But you’ll never know me. Every day, is as if I play a part. Now I see, If I wear a mask, I can fool the world. But I can not fool My heart. Who is that girl I see, Staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show Who I am inside? I am now, In a world where I have to Hide my heart And what I believe in. But somehow, I will show the world, What’s inside my heart And be loved for who I am Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection Someone I don’t know? Must I pretend that i’m Someone else for all time? When will my reflection show, Who I am inside? There’s a heart that must Be free to fly That burns with a need: To know the reason why Why must we all conceal What we think, How we feel. Must there be a secret me I’m forced to hide? I won’t pretend that i’m Someone else For all time. When will my reflections show who I am inside? "


its not about an exchange. im just scared that you wont understand. i'm sorry for that. and believe me when i say, they dont know any more than you. just because they're there when i cry, doesnt mean i tell them anything. i guess i'm just embarrassed to cry in front of you. and i dont want you to see me like this;
all messed up.

i dont know who i am anymore, either. im trying to find myself again. and that is what i prayed for when i ran to church today after school.
yay for soul searching.