Who Am I?

I thought I knew the answer, but now, I’m not so sure. I guess I am who I have always been, wiser? Maybe. Older? Definitely. Kinder? No change (I don’t think). Sensitive? Definitely.

I’ve always been a sensitive person, when I was younger I tried, usually succeeding, in hiding the emotion that was inside. Keeping from the wider world, for the best. Or so I thought. Turns out it was probably a bad move. Keeping emotions locked away does nothing. If anything, it makes it worse. Lately, past two months, I have been without my acting, Something I have now come to discover, I need like I need air to breathe. Without my acting, I’m lifeless, a shadow of myself, hollow, lost, hopeless.

I’m told (mostly by my parents) I’m not hopeless, I’m not useless, I’m not a waste of space, I am not a disappointment, I am wanted and loved. Well, if that’s true, why do I feel like I’m not? Who am I?

I am who I am. Do not abuse my kind and caring nature. Do not use me. If you don’t like me, just go, but tell me why, because the worst thing in the world is having someone stop talking to you and getting no reason.

“To do something that you feel in your heart that’s right you have to make a lot of mistakes. Anything that’s successful is a series of mistakes.” Billie-Joe Armstrong.

“Like a Dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.” Wentworth Miller.

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