There’s time when I will ask myself , “Who are you?”
The answers I get is just a silent.
I don’t even know what feeling I’m having most time,I don’t even know myself well.Even I’m myself,I don’t open up to even myself. Let alone,others.I keep my feeling to myself,till others can’t even know what I’m really thinking and feeling inside me.
As myself,I’m a confuse kids.I don’t know how I felt,I don’t know what I’m going to do,I don’t even know what I want.
I hate the facts that I can’t even open up to myself,there’s always another voice in my mind. A voice that belong to my stubborn side.
I guess I can’t express my feeling to anyone.Not even to myself,how is it possible there will be a magical person that can make me talk about my feeling. I’m in my own world,no one can enter this world.You can only stand at the doorway,no entering my world that only have me.Not even my close friend or my family,not even myself.