Why can’t you be more like him? she said, it’s my mother again, scolding me for not completing my classnotes, and getting a call from the school.
Why can’t you be more like him? Why can’t you? Why? Why? Why?
You want to know why?
You really want to?
Well I am tired. I’m tired of being like other people, so.much so that I’ve forgotten who I really am, my actions, my words and even my thoughts have become like someone who is better than me and that has become my reality, I’m sick of this that’s why! I supress my real feelings and submit to this fake self, what would he do is the question that pops in my head. I don’t think the things that I want to I don’t say the words I want to but I say what I’m supposed to.
I’m done MAA, I’m done pretending, I’m a big pretender, hiding under my lies and convincing myself the person in front of me belives me when clearly.he doesn’t.
I am me now, I will try to be, I’ll be kicked, slapped and shames for it but it’ll be me who will be responsible for it.
This is the problem with you, you are always in your dreamy world.