More thoughts.

I've been thinking. Here are ways to describe me.

-Reading addict.

-Poet.

-Singer. (when I'm alone.)

-Nerd. (I've got the brains, and have been told this many times.)

-Grammar freak.

I'm not saying I don't like the way I am.

Lately, I haven't been able to speak my opinion.

My thoughts are bundled up inside me, and the only way I can let them get by is by writing them down. I wish I had the courage to speak up; the courage to voice my opinion.

I wish I could scream out everything I love, everything I need, everything that matters, everything that bothers me.

With people agreeing with me, supporting my ideas. Supporting my opinions.

I am me, whether I like it or not. I love the way I am.

Do others?

That question sometimes haunts me. I feel unwanted, I feel unimportant.

I know I shouldn't, but regardless of what people tell me, those thoughts still race through my mind.

In a way, I hate it.

Yet, I like how I think differently from everyone else.

Sometimes, though, I wish people thought the same. I wonder if they look at things the way I do. I wonder if they look at things in a positive way.

Or do they think of the rudest thing possible and insult the object or person in their minds?

It's none of my business, how people think, but I often question it.

And hope that they see the world positively.

"So many things become beautiful when you really look."