No one really knows me.
The person I think of as "myself" exists only for me.
Although, I don't really know who that "me" is.
Every person I meet,
have a relationship or make eye contact with,
on the street, creates a version of "me" in their heads.
I am not the same person to my mom, my dad, my sister,
than I am to my coworkers, my neighbours or
my friends.
There are a thousand different versions of myself out there,
in people's minds.
A "me" exists in each version,
and yet "me",
isn't really a "someone" at all.
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