Just thoughts
Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here. My mind is always working. A machine of thoughts, ideas, lines, theories even... but all get wasted since I don't write any of them. I just let them disappear in the turmoil of my on mind. People use to say how young I'm, how many time I have to reach all that I wish, desire or dream, but nobody sees what I really am. Everyone has their masks to defend themselves, protect or hide who they really are. My mask is a protection one, thick and strong. Is what i like to think it is. The mask always smile, makes jokes, laughs, hiding what is beneath a broken person, someone always sad and hurt by everything and everyone. I can't say that nobody saw me shad a tear before because that would be a lie. I do cry. Everyday. This cry is for something I cannot name or identify even. Is a pain, a huge pain and sadness that come from a place I can't find. You are so cheerful, they say, you are so kind. I wish i could be truly that way....
