By: Lazy Potato Cat
Back then I was a hardworking child who would do anything to get others attention. Would risk everything I like to do things others expects me to do.
I was reluctant to voice out myself, to show what I really want, because I'm afraid I would disappoint them.
Things like this continued, until I don't know who I really am anymore, I don't know myself. When I look in the mirror, I see a stranger, what I saw is a person living behind lies, lies that he made himself, lies that others want him to do.
My whole existence is like a void, I don't belong anywhere, not here, not with everyone.
No matter what I do, or what I show, it must be in accordance to others expectations, even if it means that I would be adding lies to my already full of lies being.
Whenever I accomplish something I don't want, I feel like the void inside me deepens.
I'm like an empty vessel made of lies, the more I strive to do anything, the thicker the vessel gets, but the inside is still empty.
It was something out of ordinary, a child wanting to please everyone, even if it means lying to himself...
Thats how I lived my life, thats how superficial my personality is. That's my identity...
*disclaimer, cover not mine:)
