Borders.

Stop taking me so seriously you strangers, for you do not know who I truly am. You do not know that I am weak, and pretend to be strong. You do not know that my heart is easily torn and my laugh is often distant. You do not know that I listen to these songs so that I can hear the sorrows that are full in my soul. You do not know that every day I become excited for nightfall, just so I can sleep and forget about all of you. You do not know that there is not a drug in the world that can clear my taunted mind; yet, the wind and the rain refresh it. You do not know how often I feel lonely. You do not know how often my soul craves adventure. You do not know how much I need a change. You do not know that I over analyze every situation, making sure that I can only find the worst in its outcome. You do not know that optimism scares me. You do not know how often the future hangs over my head, tormenting me. You do not know that when I'm very angry, my hands tremble and my eyes fill with tears. You do not know that I pray before I go to sleep. You do not know that I care about everyone who has made a differance in my life, or even made me truly smile. You do not know the reasons as to why I begin to push these people away. You do not know why I'm like this, and neither do I.