There are these voices in my head that keep telling me, do you really think what you're doing is good enough? Then that makes me think, am I really good enough?
What I'm doing may seem good, while you're just an onlooker. But when I do something, I don't do it to meet someone's expectations or desires. For me, its just the happiness on peoples faces- be it my family, my boss, my colleagues, my friends or whoever else. For me its the happiness the person feels from something I've done. For me it's easy to adjust, but not change. I want to be liked for what I am and how I am, or else, does it really matter?
There would be ten people out there who would do anything to seek attention, I don't need it, I don't want it. All I want is appreciation, criticism, just the required push to learn more, know more. This world is my stage, I want to showcase my art. I want to dance like no ones watching and write like everyone's reading. I want to live life to the fullest, make each and every minute the best.
You may say I'm strange, I'm weird or anything. You may say whatever. There are myriad forms of different words. I want to hear them all, understand them all. I want to do so much, hear so much and learn so much more. I want those voices in my head to disappear for I'm not living for someone else, I'm living for me. I want to be me and not someone else's expectation. If I become that, then what's the difference between Barbie and me? It will all be just make believe, won't it?
What I'm doing may seem good, while you're just an onlooker. But when I do something, I don't do it to meet someone's expectations or desires. For me, its just the happiness on peoples faces- be it my family, my boss, my colleagues, my friends or whoever else. For me its the happiness the person feels from something I've done. For me it's easy to adjust, but not change. I want to be liked for what I am and how I am, or else, does it really matter?
There would be ten people out there who would do anything to seek attention, I don't need it, I don't want it. All I want is appreciation, criticism, just the required push to learn more, know more. This world is my stage, I want to showcase my art. I want to dance like no ones watching and write like everyone's reading. I want to live life to the fullest, make each and every minute the best.
You may say I'm strange, I'm weird or anything. You may say whatever. There are myriad forms of different words. I want to hear them all, understand them all. I want to do so much, hear so much and learn so much more. I want those voices in my head to disappear for I'm not living for someone else, I'm living for me. I want to be me and not someone else's expectation. If I become that, then what's the difference between Barbie and me? It will all be just make believe, won't it?
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