Confuzed/Expressed

I can't talk to people without hiding what I really think. Maybe it's because I don't really believe in what I'm saying, but that can't be true. That's who I am -- strong in my thoughts and unpersuasive in my mind. No-one can influence that! Or maybe they can, maybe I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I thought that I believes in everything that I thought. I'm so lost. I don't know who I am any more. Maybe they are the words of someone else that help the way I think, and the voice of someone else that create the things I say. Is there really someone else whom I rely on for the way I live my life? Is this really my life? Am I just the messenger? Who am I? ~Written in 2003 (Saturday, 22nd, February) when I was fourteen.~