The mask I wear exudes strength.
I portray myself as a well-rounded girl,
One who gets good grades, plays multiple sports,
holds positions in various clubs.
A genuinely kind individual,
always with a smile on my face and willing to help anyone who needs it.
A good sense of humor.
Big dreams for the future,
determined not to let anyone or anything get in my way.
The whole package.
This is essentially the person I present to everyone who crosses my path.
But is this the real me?
Ha. I wish.
While it is true that I am well rounded,
I am nowhere near confident.
The real me feels empty.
Deprived of the one thing that I want the most-
To love and be loved in return.
I can’t help but feel alone because
it doesn’t seem like I’m wanted,
which is the worst feeling in the world.
Why don’t I show this side of me?
The sensitive, not-good-enough facet?
If no one likes me for my strengths,
why would they be interested
in my weaknesses?
Maybe one day things will change and
I won’t need a mask because
everything that the mask represents
will be found inside of me.
A girl can dream, can’t she?