comeback

no one knows me. they may think they do, but the awful reality of it is the fact that people only know the outside me. even as a toddler, refusing to cry, refusing to make any unnecessary noise...in essence: quiet. i am quiet, quiet is me. it defines my entire existence. they see me, they think "why is he so quiet?", "why does he never look happy?", "what's his problem"... those fools. i haven't connected with many people through my life, partly because i am very selective of who i connect with, and who i share my real life with... living so sheltered is becoming very repetitive and I'm not sure how much longer i will be able to endure it. i am two people...maybe more and myself is coming out. most everything i know, i keep hidden away...for only the select few to ever hear...

if you are lucky enough to know me, then maybe you can dig deep enough to reach the real me... 

that there my friend (s), is my life's story.

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