We Have Our Own Type Of Crazy

The real me shouldn’t feel like a fraud, the continual impostor in the home, the job, the social scene. The real me shouldn’t feel afraid of speaking up in a public place. The real me shouldn’t be afraid of making a scene. The real me shouldn’t always seek to blend in, disappear, avoid the possibility of criticism. The real me isn’t here. And I hate the person who is.

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