Romans & histoires Scared Of My Own Image Song

My fans then started screaming, some my name and some just aah~ while waving their merch, flags, and signs. Seeing my fans enjoying my performance made me happy, but I can't get over how heartbreaking it feels that I am lying to them. I'm singing a song about being myself while pretending to be someone else. As much as I hate it, I have to keep going. Aniya,—I thought to myself, again—you will get through this. Someday. >< <> <> ><

I lay down on the ground and rested my head on my bag. "All by myself, alone on a cliff. Dunno if I should turn back now or just jump ... and be free... hoping for the best." I sang. My horrible voice probably scared away some bugs but at least the lyrics were good. I've probably made hundreds of miniature songs. If I was in a movie right now what should this scene be about? Hmmm... yes! A song. I jumped up and opened my arms wide.

once again, threatens to consume me. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice, as I continue to pour out my soul. "I know they call me a 'freak' back home," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've heard the whispers, the mocking laughter, and the cruel words that cut through me like a knife. It's hard not to internalize those hurtful labels, to believe that I am somehow less than, unworthy of friendship or acceptance."

she said with a small laugh. “Wow,” I paused and then frowned. “That’s the opposite of me, mom. I’m not fearless. I’m not brave. I’m still scared of my own shadow,” my heart clenched as I clenched my fists. I felt a warm hand on my back, letting me know that mom was comforting me.

The tears rolled down to her neck as she pushed the trouser to her hips and down to her knees, then finally her feet and they were completely off. She moved her hands from her chest and waist, confused of what exactly to cover. Her boobs were exposed and so were her hips, she felt so scared and ashamed standing that way in front of such dangerous man. She watched as his gleaming eyes stare at her as she wept. She prayed so hard inwardly, that he doesn't instruct her to remove her bra and pant too. He stared at her uncannily and drank from his bottle again. "You can leave" he finally said icily and her heart leaped in gladness.

and make my way towards the piano and start with the song. I play some tunes marking the beginning of the Song and then close my eyes to help with the nerves and to prevent me form breaking down and start singing. Take your eyes off of me so I can leave I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me This is never ending, we have been here before But I can't stay this time not 'cause I don't love you anymore. Please, stay where you are Don't come any closer Don't try to change my mind I'm being cruel to be kind.

He said and I pouted my lips to the side holding a poppy eyes. "I'm scared." I said honestly, playing with my finger thumb. "Of what? My family? Oh come on, they won't bite, that is if you acts properly." He said as he folded his arms across each other while watching me with curious eyes. "I'm just too scared that they won't like me, Noir already doesn't and I've been humiliated enough today. I don't want to look like a mess or give the impression that I'm not good enough to be a Luna." I replied sadly, raising my elbow to look at the wound that wasn't healing.

"I've been playing them for so long. The hits. The taunts. The way I push people away before they can leave. I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to be... normal." Damian stared at him. At the man who had just confessed everything. At the man who was still terrified, still broken, still fighting demons that had bee n with him since childhood. "Then we learn together," Damian said.

After multiple similar suicide attempts, Ivy's threat no longer work for them. "Get down now. It's embarrassing when others know about this." Mike frowned, growing extremely annoyed with Ivy's desperate attitude. "Dad, Mom, are you going to let them insult me?" Irene was fed up with Ivy's desperate attitude as well. "You don't love yourself. You keep threatening us with your life. We have had enough." They knew that blindly indulging her would only boost her arrogance. She would only get more and more arrogant. Ivy looked at Mike and Irene, as well as Keith who looked disgusted. She had made her decision. She looked down at the air mattress that was already properly set up by the firefighter

“And not your scars. I don’t want those. I want you.” “But I was made from them.” “Even so.” I closed my eyes. My fingers tightened on the edge of the tub. Warmth from what we’d shared still pulsed through my body, but my soul shook. This man sees too much in me. Too clearly. And maybe that’s the scariest thing of all. “I’m afraid of all this,” I confessed. He didn’t move away. He didn’t retreat. He just held me tighter. “I’m afraid of myself,” he whispered. “Because if I ever lost you, I don’t know who I’d be after.”