I think that maybe. . .Maybe, I don't really know what love is.
I think that sometimes, I think too much.
Sometimes, I know myself too well but sometimes I don't understand at all.
Sometimes, I hate understanding myself because there is nothing I can do.
I'm scared that if I'm not remembered its as though I never existed.
I'm scared that if I don't feel love, I will become nothing.
I'm scared that my feelings will become nothing but memory.
I'm scared that nothing will matter at all.
Truthfully, I am not as good as people think I am.
I sometimes have bad or impure thoughts too.
I sometimes swear but mostly in my head.
Truthfully, I find it a burden to live up to people's expectations.
I'm not an angel so why must I act like one?
I'm not stone, I can be angered.
I sometimes want to punch people too.
Truthfully, I just want to be me.
But I'm scared that people won't accept me.
Truthfully, I'm uncomfortable with myself.
So I try to always have my mind occupied.
Because, I don't want to think. . .
Truthfully, I think that's why I like being in love,
in order to think about someone else than myself.
Truthfully, I want to be free
Truthfully, I don't want to be me.