🍂🤎I'm different, 

I thought. 

And I was really different.

I wasn't like them.

They had a photo, 

I had a sentence.

They had a cigarette in their hand, 

I had a book.

They always had the answer ready, 

I had an internal monologue.

They had a beautiful smile, 

I had a fake smile.

They had nice seats, 

I had a room with a decent view.

They had someone, 

I had me.

And it was so hard to be me, 

to have me and no one else.

It was so difficult to go unnoticed between the lines of an empty life. 

It was so difficult to always have to fill in all the spaces. 

Covering imperfections and pretending to be something you are not.

I'm different, 

I thought. 

And maybe that's a good thing. 

Or maybe not.

But it does not matter.

If I really have to be someone, 

it's enough for me not to be you... 

🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝