Me.

Self-proclaimed hypocrite, optimist and heartbreaker.

I am the epitome of a tortured soul

And sometimes, I’m just a big, fat faker.

I keep my money in a shoe

And my secrets in a box

The boy at the party tells me I’m interesting

But if he only really knew.

I’m actually really afraid of society

And the people I meet

Too much variety

And a high risk for deceit

I look in every mirror I pass,

hoping to see more than what I feel

but really my reflection is all that’s in that glass

and I realize I’ve really lost my appeal.

My heart is only beating cause it has to

And it thrives on an impossible dream

Of being completely who I am

And maybe changing my point of view.

When I close my eyes, I see myself changing the world

It only works when it is dark like this though

Because imagining is the only thing I can really do.

But I promise to try

And further my reach

And hopefully touch the life of someone

Even if it is only with this speech