I'm a girl that lives in a bum town where nothing interesting happens. But everything you find you have to dig for, nothing is what it seems until you take a look under the first layer. For me, its usually how you get to the real person inside the container they come in. I like to dig beneath what they want me to see. But when people do that to me, I push them away, for someone to see the real me would probably be disasterous. I would probably lose my friends, and I would be left all alone with nothing but dreams that i may not have the determination to fill. You know what I mean? I'm hardened by something that is supposed to be pure and beautiful, and i've led myself to believe that it doesn't exist, though my surroundings haven't really done a good deal to help with that. I've given up to early, and i've destroyed myself with the one thing i could control. I'm trying to take back the control that I lost at a very young age and i'm trying to restore it so for once i can be who I really am. To hide behind a mask is cowardly, but even I can't hide behind one forever.
My World, and Everything Inside It
by WriterGirl91
