We live in this world as what they want us to be, rather than what we really are. Just to please them, Every day, We do things which We want to do not.
Talking of me.
The composed girl this world see, is the result of hard efforts. Now when I look back and see what I was, I couldn't believe it. "Was I really like that? Have I really changed this much?"
What I was and what I am.
But how long could the real me hide? How long could I act?
And so, at times, when I'm alone.. The walls break, and the concealed me comes out.
And then, I feel like going somewhere far, as far as I could. And never return. Hide.
Run to a place where there are no unusual changes, no necessity to make choices, no responsibilities, no obligations .. Where I could cry, for people I know and people I knew; for people I did meet and people I didn't meet; for people who are alive and for people who are dead.
-Where there is no one to comment on everything I do. No one to point out my most insignificant weaknesses.... Where there is peace with time. Where there is peace with my own being.
Run to a place where there are no unusual changes, no necessity to make choices, no responsibilities, no obligations .. Where I could cry, for people I know and people I knew; for people I did meet and people I didn't meet; for people who are alive and for people who are dead.
-Where there is no one to comment on everything I do. No one to point out my most insignificant weaknesses.... Where there is peace with time. Where there is peace with my own being.
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Of course, I have to recollect myself; Hard as it is. But If I'd do that not, what would this world say?
Oh yes, the world, As I'm taught to care of them only ...
