I am not willing to let go of the desire to make them see who I am, how good I am, how special and unique I am.
But they never see me. They see somebody who they think I am.
Probably for long I tried to fit myself into that funny suit, but in vain. I am not what they want me to be just like they are not who I want them to be.
And I am simply holding on to a dream, and idea that never existed – the prefect family, people who love you for who you are, people who care for you, a place where you matter … only a dream that I can’t let go of … and so I suffer it a lot.
Just realizing, after all, nobody will ever be the way I ‘imagine’ them to be, they are always gonna be the way they imagine themselves to be. Such a silly world really!
I must let go … sooner or later …
Hopefully sooner, so I can get free.