Being who you are not...............

 Being who you are not

It's been awhile I have been trying to socialize but I just couldn't. Well I like people but I don't like them. Cause the people I like are not the people that exists. I go to a college where people are good, the crowd is good but the one thing which is common in all of us is we pretend. Count me in, in this fake faces cause fitting in is important. Well I am the person who thinks that faces protect us, you might have read in the previous blogs but if adding a face makes you question your identity it's not worth it. Why am I writing this? Because today I saw people. The real people. They had their masks on as usual but the art and eyes spoke what mouth couldn't. I saw the confident girls breakdown which no one bothered to notice through her art. I saw the pain of that writer who had words but not enough courage to stich the words in a poetry the same way she didn't had the courage to stich that wounds she hides from the world. I saw the person who didn't cared about the world, care about a tiny butterfly . Why?? Maybe because butterfly won't think of that person weak for putting guard down and be vulnerable. The canvas won't judge her for the strokes she used to convey her story. The eyes never pretended but they even knew no one would be able to read them. Unless and until those beautiful eyes melted down like lava comes out of an volcano. But we need to understand that even tho it hasn't exploded it's still there. I might not be able to socialize but I also won't do the sin that I know will destroy me in a way I can't even imagine. The sin of 

'Being who I am Not'

And I was wrong, the people I like do exists. They are just hiding a really precious person behind that Mask.

-LD