Today I decided to write about me This time no rhymes, no riddles, no games Only the truth Most people think I have a easy life Others think that I only look at my life But I see farther away, probably farther than majority Only that this time I want to look only at my life Enough of caring for others instead of me Happy, easy life? I don't know what it means! Because instead of what everyone thinks, I never had a easy or happy life Since I'm little that I don't know what means a real family someone who cares about how I feel someone who gives importance to what I want Between family problems, unlived childhood, feelings stored, fear of what could happen, trying to be the proud of the parents, trying to make everyone around me happy, caring of others happiness... I forgot to live my own life and to be who I really am The years passed and I started to be afraid of living my own life and be who I am Maybe because I'm not used to do it and am now afraid...