It's a matter of perspectives

There's a delicate balance you have with every person you know. These balances you have make you happy, bored and all things more positive.

You mess up one of them, and it leaves you breathless. Like you're trapped, like you're stuck. Can't do anything, tired of doing everything.

You want to break free, but something is holding you back. Responsibility, accountability, pride... just to name a few.

And then you start getting unhinged- imbalanced in everything you do. You lack motivation, and become argumentative.

The balance gets worse. It's a vicious cycle, just so you know. A very vicious cycle that's hard to break out of. The funny thing is, the world doesn't stop for you alone, so the pressures just keep on piling.

A funnier thing? Through the years, you learned not to be so repressed, so introverted; learned to be honest-- what did that get you into?

It got you into crap, nothing else.

You know you're sick of it. You know you're tired of it. The problem is that this crap is only the beginning of something beyond your imagination.

To put a metaphor, it takes you a long time to grow. To grow tall and taller; you want to stand upright, straight and proud. You are a lovely flower, rising up high above others- but there's always someone who's waiting with a huge pair of scissors nearby. Observing you with jealous eyes, diverting the attention needed for you to continue growing so that you'll stagnate, or even better, allow an opening for the scissors to snip your prettiness away.

You know that. Sometimes though, you just feel like falling and letting others take the glory. Even the largest, strongest rock gets weathered away by the harsh winds and rains.. let alone a lonely flower..