What if our lives was a book. Some people would laugh at the parts that made you scared and what you feared. But this world is cruel. They would put you up and laugh and the stuff that you believed would have scared you or feared you most of all. But why? Is it because you don't want the world to see you for you. You get joy out of others people's lives that you can't see that you have hurt them or you play the role of wearing that mask that you can't tell the truth cause that's not you? Or is it the fact of that you have lied to everyone and telling the truth would destroy your life. But I'd you where trying to start over wouldnt you try to make the wrongs right instead of sweeping it under the rug? Or are you afraid that people will call you out and you aren't ready for that?
