If you really knew me
If you really knew me, I wouldnt be writing this. Im torn right now, it feels like Iv been on the run for the past 5years. My parents have been going through a…
I happened to end up watching a show on MTV titled "If You Really Knew Me." Basically, some high schoolers agree to participate in a challenge day, not knowing beforehand what it entails. The exercises in the challenge are supposed to show these teenagers that no matter what they have or will go through, someone else has either experienced it or may be going through it as they speak. It is designed to break down stereotypes and cliques. But it got me thinking. Even once we are past the awkward adolescent stage, we still put up walls and judge others and are constantly battling these things. So my long-winded set-up is leading to this..... Write me something that will reveal the real you. Either a part or the whole of your being. My only rule is that you don't just write a list. Poetry is fine if that strikes your fancy. I'm giving you an extra week so that you can explore your inner self. Oh, and please title it If You Really Knew Me.
If you really knew me, I wouldnt be writing this. Im torn right now, it feels like Iv been on the run for the past 5years. My parents have been going through a…
If you really knew me, you would know that I’m in love with one of my best friends and he doesn’t know it.If you really knew me, you would know that I’m stuck…
If you really knew me you’d know that I’m pathetically full of anxiety. Sometimes it helps me perform well, other times I can’t think of anything other than…
Where does one begin when attempting to explain yourself to others? Well, I was always a shy child. I still am in many ways. I seem to constantly have the fear…
I’m scared. My insides are squirming as I stare at the blank white wall in front of me. It’s lined with scum and mould. There’s no one beside me to hold my…
For the past six months, you have seen me, scrutinized me, formed opinions of me. You see me through my writing. My writing is diverse, and I have proved…
We had never really talked. That’s just how it is in cubicle hell. I’ve never been at ease living like a ghost, but seeing how the winds blew, I reluctantly…