I wish I knew what to do and how to act. I just don't. I feel like an alien. I get mad when people can't see how special I am. I get mad when others think I am something more. I get mad when I don't get a chance to prove myself. I get mad when I'm put on the spot to show the world my talents. I long to be myself, but sometimes I wake up and dread looking in the mirror. I am afraid to show you who I truly am, and yet I get mad when you treat me like someone I am not. It's not your fault. It's mine. Intuitively I know this. I still reign blows of frustration upon you. It's not fair, I know. I am replete with disastrous flaws. They shimmer in your eyes and the reflection haunts me while I sleep. However, I am working on them one day at a time.