alice goulding

People don't get me. Its not that they don't want to, it's that they can't. They try and they don't succeed. Some believe they do though. They think that they figured me out, and then I go and do something they weren't expecting and they're back to being boggled. I'm not a boggling person. I'm different. I can't describe it. I'm like a wall, I let people paint their colors on me, yet I don't feel anything. Soon enough they're leaving and my walls are white again.

There's a world in my head. Its a perfect world, my world. Things go my way in this world. I get to say what happens. I get to choose who I fall in love with, or who I don't for that matter. This world is the only thing that keeps my mind going. Without, I'd be nothing, just a shell.

My soul is trapped in a shell. I don't feel, I don't see, I'm just there. My mind goes elsewhere, but my body stays. People don't get that. They think I'm stupid, but really, I'm smarter than all of them. I have a knowledge, one that many people can't quite get. Its a terrible beauty, the fact I can see behind their masks, yet they can't see behind mine.