How can I feel everything and nothing at the same time?
How can I be loved, but still feel all alone?
How can I be smart, but act so stupid?
How can I be stressed and frustrated, yet appear to be calm?
How can I hate everything, but still have sympathy?
How can I be so angry for no reason?
How can I be strong enough to hold it all in, but too weak to let anyone know?
How can I act so confident, but feel so self-conscious?
How can I be broken, without having someone brake me?
How can I scream so loud, yet not have anyone hear me?
How can I find the words, when I’m so lost?
Why am I so torn?
Why am I full of contradictions?
Who am I?
I am me.
I am a contradiction.
I am different.
I am an artist.
I am a dreamer.
I am a reader.
I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend.
I am a person who wears many masks, but behind all of them
I am me.
I am me.