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My fears are not to be mocked. I might seem strong, but only my experiences have taught me to keep my guard up. I break it down because I wanted to be open, but the re I open up the more I bleed on the inside. The more I see the truth in those who call themselves my friends. My presence might be strong, but my soul is weaker than anyone can understand. The tears that roll down my cheeks some may hear, but no one will ever see... I feel as if I should disappear because I am just a carpet to be walked on.. A stool to be sat upon. And I wish to be more than that, but I have no clue how to be.. Those who try to show can't. So I am afraid that one of these days I will just fall asleep and not awake and fall into a deep peaceful sleep never to be heard from again... You don't know what you have till it is out of reach and gone...