DEAR DIARY
10:46 PM
If i painted my face and coloured my lips,
would you recognise me?
If i chopped off my hair and hollered out loud,
would you recognise me?
If i took down my defenses and bared my soul,
would you recognise me?
Will i recognise me?
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Sometimes, with the world and everyone in it demanding us to be someone they think we are or someone they want us to be, we forget who we once were.
We lose our true selves to the world.
Look at me,
I dont even know who i am anymore.
If the ten-year-old me were looking at the me now, i probably wouldn't even recognise what i see.
Humbled by life, defeated by fate.
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If i could choose,
I'd live everyday in dreamland.
Spinning in a carousel,
one hand holding my rainbow coloured helium balloons,
and the other holding on to my horse.
Running across the emerald green field,
baby blue sunlit sky with puffy white clouds,
laughing in the wind.
On a beach, the sand fine and glittering like gems,
Ocean a blue-green gradient,
Waves singing their melodious tune to me.
Thinking to myself,
"Isn't this as perfect as it can be?"
