Being Myself

Being Myself

I’m really upset, and I wish I could talk to someone.
Although I have so many friends, I always feel lonely and that no one will understand me.
I’ve thought a lot about going to a psychiatrist, but I’m afraid.
So I started talking to myself and replying as if I’m another person until I became fed up.

The problem is that I want to learn acting and music, but my family completely disapproves.
They think I’m going to make them look bad in front of everyone.
And they think I’m being trivial and say they don’t trust me.
I’m exhausted, and I’ve become afraid to think, speak, or even object.
I feel like I’m a curse, and I don’t have the right to make my own decisions.
They don’t realize that children are a gift to them from God.
They squander this gift through being controlling and imposing their opinions.
My personality has all but disappeared.
I want to be myself.
The only thing that helps me relax is music.

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