I could tell you how I really feel. I could share all of my thoughts and feelings with you, but I’m afraid you’ll just place them in a strainer like spaghetti noodles, draining out every last word, except the ones that’ll boost your ego.

My words are a part of me; I am my thoughts and my feelings. I’m not a teddy bear that you can pick up when you’re lonely. I’m not a hotel where you can stay until you’re satisfied. Nor am I a trick-or-treater eager for a handful of your sugarcoated lies.

No, I am an independent person whose life doesn’t pause for you. I could rewind, but I know it won’t get me anywhere. I’d like to fast forward until you’re out of my mind completely, but I think I’ll just learn to dance to the rhythm of my own heartbeat for now.

I consider my words a masterpiece of my mind. I respect those who give my display a glance, but I will not stop and try to explain the beauty to someone who doesn’t understand. Someday, someone will appreciate my words, thoughts, and feelings.

Someday, someone will understand me and my messy, unfinished masterpiece of a mind. ❤️