I am the artist with the sensitive soul. The writer that uses blunt words in everyday life.

I’m the teenager that wants to be an adult. I’m the child that attempts at being obedient. I’m the sibling that can’t imagine being an only child. The friend that only wants to be there for them.

I’m the lover that harbors hate and the pacifist that sometimes needs to fight. I’m the survivor that’s spars with myself to not give up on life.

I’m the believer with doubts and the repented soul that tries and constantly fails in the battle with sin.

I’m the social butterfly that is withdrawn. I’m the person that smiles and laughs on the outside but on the inside wants people to notice something is wrong. I’m the person who is constantly complimented and doesn’t believe a word they say. I’m the person that doesn’t care about the exterior and wants others to see the real me like I can see the real them.

I am the person that wrote this from the heart and opened up to complete strangers. This is the real me.