Amina

This is my life. It's not perfect, but it's true. It's not full of firework, but it's grey. It's not easy, it's hard. It's not flawless, it's ugly. But people never get to know the truth. I do things to make me feel stronger, to make me feel more important. Because I'm a no-one. And people never take the time to know the real me. They're saying 'i love you' to me, but what do they know about me? My voice, my words? I appreciate the kind words, the love. And I'm sending it back to them. But still.. I'm not me. I don't know who I am, where I'm from. Because I sometimes have the feeling I'm a loner. I don't have friends. I fake my smile sometimes. But people never see it.. They never see I'm torn.