Sometimes I feel like a stranger, because I can’t recognize myself. Sometimes I want to let go, although deep inside I know I have to hold on. Sometimes I wish I could read your thoughts, so that I know what you think of me. Sometimes I wish you would see me for who I really am, so I could come out of the shadows. Sometimes, I wish that words were weapons because they are all I have. Sometimes I wish I had a reason, so I could understand why. Sometimes I wrap myself in fear, afraid of something I can’t see. Sometimes I wish I had never given up, so I wouldn’t have to envy people who didn’t. Sometimes I lie, because I’m afraid of the truth. Sometimes I smile, just to show that I’m not dead inside. Sometimes I get lost, trying to find myself. Sometimes I hope tomorrow will be better than today, like today was better than yesterday.
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