My refection

Dear My Reflection,

Words can’t explain what you are to me. You and I will never get along. I hate how you act sometimes, you are very strange. I look at you, and think, "why can’t you be just a whole different person?" or I think "why can’t you be beautiful like all the girls I see on T.V or randomly in the mall sometimes?" You try to cover how scared you are of everything. Knowing you are scared of life period. What are you going do with your life? Who are you to people? You’re a nobody. You’re just a confused child that’s scared of growing up. You always try to follow the crowd. Quit trying to be someone you’re not. Better yet, can you just try to be yourself? Do you even know who you are? You cry over everything. You aren’t the beautiful girl that’s on the inside. You’re like the doll with 102 different personalities, and people think you’re fake. You get jealous way to easy; you can barely watch T.V 'cause you know there are beautiful girls on there with a whole lot more money. Sometimes in your life you hope you don’t wake up because you just are tired of being you. You tell people too much information. Your heart & your head do not get along, as well as me and you. You’re truly my worst enemy. Or even a friend-emy. You've been there to tell yourself to stop crying over that one girl/boy, but yet you put yourself through living hell to tell them to shut up and get over it. You’re the girl people look at like "Wow, she's too pretty to be gay." You know, the stuff that makes you mad. Your friends look at you differently, the little family that knows looks at you differently. The fear of telling your family members because you think they will hate you. But yet people don’t realize your just looking for love. You can’t help who you fall for. All I’m trying to do is get through this life alive as long as possible, but it gets hard.