Invisible

"I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in but somehowe I will show the world what's inside my heart and be loved for who I am."

Sometimes, I feel like I'm in my own little world here. Noone really knows me, not the real me anyways. Sometimes, I just want to be able to be with someone who understands me. who knows when I'm joking and knows when I'm not. Is it too hard to ask for someone here to want to be my friend. I want someone here to know that I'm deathly afraid of fish and styrofoam. I want them to know that I hate wearing socks and that I love to paint the nails of only one hand. To know that I love to sing loudly and all of the time. That I'm way too sensitive and can't handle the thought of dissappointing someone. That I get way too attched especially to people who aren't very email savvy. That I stole my sister's mascara and 2 shirts. That I have my father's eyes and my mother's smile. That when I am tired, I have a lazy eye and a voice that gets lower. That I never brush my hair. And that I pretend to not care what anyone else says or thinks but, in reality, it means so much more to me than I am willing to admit. I just want one person, a single person, to love me for me. Is that too hard to ask?

"I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time. When will my reflection show who I am inside?"