Different Perspectives

Things are not what they seem, I learnt that very young. Some say I'm cold and that I don't have feelings. Well this is my answer to all of you. I'm different, I knew that too from an early age, for most of my life I tried to fight it and tried to be like all of you… but now I realize I cant. I am what I am and I'm happy being me!

If you don't like what you see blame your perspective I wont try to change myself anymore. It was not easy always hiding behind a veil of stupidity just to fit in. I don't care anymore if none of you cant understand what I'm saying … its your loss cause there are a lot of people in the world that do understand. (I hope!)
I always wanted approval from others until I realized that the only approval that I needed was my own. I don't pretend to be the all knowing brat that you think I am, but I do know a lot of things .. All I ever wanted was to share my experience and knowledge…

I finally don't blame anyone for the place I'm at in my life cause we are always a product of our own choices. I see life and now try to take it a day at a time. There is a lot and lots of baggage I know… memories … good and bad and nobody to share with… why? because you are selfish and just pretend to care.(and some don't even bother to do that!)

You don't have time. Well I got plenty. I don't want a fight or even vent my frustrations… what I really want is true companionship which I haven't been able to receive so far. The problem is my mind … intellect. I want for once to have a conversation where either the other person starts to check his mobile or is simply not interested. For God sakes I'm not that boring…

It occurred to my while writing that last line of the above that nobody would have read that cause well… we don't want to be bored do we?

So these lines are just for me, for no one will ever read these…

You are you and be happy being you. You know things that most of these people cant even dream of … always be grateful to Allah that he opened up your mind to understand and never stop learning.
End of Rant…


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