My POV this time
Photosource: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/517914025909176780/ It's me. Yup she's that girl. The talented one. The pretty one. The intelligent one. The great one. The brave one. The strong one. The versatile one. The idea they had of me, who was she? Little did they know the real me. Yes, being praised by many gives me such a feeling sometimes, but that doesn't mean that everyone is just barely giving me praises. Behind those praises there hides some envy. Behind those praises there hides some judgements. Behind those praises there hides some insecurity. Behind those envy there hides some curses. No matter how many friends I have , no matter how many times my family tells me that I am loved, no matter how many people admire me, I still have nothing. I still know nothing. I still don't exist. Nobody's knows that I am drowning, and when I am drowning that's the moment where I could only breathe. Nobody hear me. They say I'm a great speaker, but they