Sometimes I ask myself: What am I doing here? What do I have to give? Why others need me?
My answer is NOTHING.
I can’t be funny like others can.
I can’t imagine having the fun they have.
I can’t even imagine what it is like to be them.
If I could have asuperpower It would be invisible.
I could watch the others living their lifes and they wouldn’t notice my presence.
I would be alone in my corner without bothering anyone.
Why do they insist that I have to be like them?
I'm not funny.
I'm not flirty.
I don’t like to push boundaries.
I don’t like to break rules.
Am I naive?
Maybe!
But I like my imaginary world and my things.
I like to imagine that I could be someone else.
I don’t like being with people who can have fun without any problem.
Why? Because I wanted to do the same and I can’t.
I try but I can’t.
I do't know why... Probably I'm just broken.
I'd love swap life with someone, even for a day.
Feel what they feel and do what they do, without having someone looking at me with a face of disgust and contempt.
I'd like to get out of this prison that slowly kills me.
I'd like to be a dream in someone's life. I'd like to want someone who wanted me back.
Dreams ... That's it: dreams.
What can I do?
I can expect life to continue and maybe someday I have the courage to change or get a miracle...
