nobody knows

Nobody knows.  Nobody knows, but me, as the song says.  Yes, nobody knows, but me.  The things I want, what I feel right now or what is really inside of me.  Some people think, I’m weird.  Some people say, I’m serious. Some people believe that I’m different.  A lot of people judge me by my appearance or even by the things that I do.  Just because I sometimes sit quietly by myself on a bench away from the others, they would say that I’m serious?  Just because I enjoy going to some places alone, they would say that I’m weird?  Just because I sometimes stop and don’t want to talk to anyone, they would say that I’m different?  There were times that I couldn’t understand anymore.  People are judging others by just looking at them.

Who knows who these people really are?  Who knows who I really am?  Nobody knows, but ME.  I am the only person who can say who I am.  People say I’m weird, but they wouldn’t know why.  They can say that I’m serious,  but they wouldn’t know why.  They can say that I’m different, but I think  every person in this world is different.

There are a lot of things I’ve experienced that made me who I am.  Good or bad experiences made me ME.  Maybe those things made me think a lot about life.  They even gave me ideas why I became like this.  I should say that life is really complicated.  My life is like that.  What I do and the people around me make it complicated.  I actually want to have an easy and simple life, but the people around me are making it very hard for me to have it.  What I sometimes do is to go in the flow and let everything pass.  But still, I have to face the truth.  I cannot avoid having problems.  Everyone has problems, not only you, but also me.  As time goes by, I can handle things on my own.  I sometimes avoid asking for others’ help cause I know that I am not the only person who has.  I just think that others have bigger than mine.  It’s actually a crazy idea, but it really helps.  It helps me to be strong and face everything.

 

With all the things happening in my life now, I’m still thankful to those people who never left me.  In times like this, it’s really comforting to have people who say, “I’m just here.”  It really makes me happy.  Still, I know that I have people to count on.  In return, I also tell them that I’m just here.  Maybe there are people that I consider my close friends aside from my pen and my paper, whom I can trust and tell what I feel, but it’s still me who will decide.  I’m still the one who has the last say about what’s happening in my life.  They may know why I’m acting strange, but they wouldn’t know the real reason why.  They know why I’m eating ice cream, but sometimes I don’t tell the reason why.  They just wait patiently for me to open it up to them.  That’s what I love about them.  For sure, they really are good friends.  They know who I am, but not everything that I feel and I prefer to be like this.

 

So who knows the real me?  Nobody knows, but ME.