*Since the purpose of this blog is to give people some insight into
how I got to the point I am currently at in my life, I figured it would be
appropriate to repost a few things from the past that were posted to blogs that
I had used as outlets in an effort to manage my feelings. These posts will be labeled as interludes and
will appear sporadically in between my regular posts.*
I
am who I am. That will never
change. I don’t like what I am. That will never change. Very few people know the struggle that I live
with every day of my life, even fewer know about the real me. I want to be free to be me, but I know that
that will never happen. I want to shout
from the rooftops, tell the world who I am inside, shatter the illusion I
maintain for the sake of society. I want
to tell the world so that I don’t have to pretend anymore. I want to be able to be who I am not who
people think I should be. I want to
break these chains that I have placed on myself to hold me in, shatter them and
scatter them to the corners of the earth, but that will never happen.
The
world is a dangerous place for people like me.
We have no place that we belong, no place to retreat to when the world
is out to get us. Once the world finds
out who we are then it is only a matter of time before we find ourselves beaten
and bloody, sometimes physically, sometimes mentally and sometimes
spiritually. The places that we once
could go to escape, places that are supposed to be filled with family and love,
are shut off. There is no escape at
that point, no way to get away, no place to retreat too. We are truly alone.
I
have to hide myself, tuck my true self into a corner, not letting the world see
me for what I truly am. I do this
partially out of fear and partially out of shame. I’m afraid of what people will think, I’m
afraid of how they will treat me if only they knew. I am ashamed of the fear that plagues
me. It causes me to be miserable in my
life. Maybe one day I will revel myself
to the world, but that is going to be no time soon. For now, I just sit in this shell and wait,
living the lie I live. No one suspects,
no one knows, no one sees, the real me.
- Arylin Michelle (1/12/2012)
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