The outside never does match the inside does it? My outside shows a confident person who has it all in order, but if people could only catch a glimpse of the inside, they would change their minds very quickly. The inside is utter chaos; no sense to be found. All there is are questions, insecurities, and shattered dreams. My soul is filled with unspoken words, unforged desires, and scattered thoughts. No one can understand what it's like to be torn against yourself. When you're not proud of anything that you are, you just want to be somebody else.