# 10 May that rea me grow (2013-12-17)

I was the best, I was the worst. For sure at the end I was nothing.
Thinking that my life depended on what people thought about me.
Thinking that I had to show people who I was inside.
I used to force myself to be the best, to the point where nothing was good enough.
Left Let people judge me by unfair standards, standards I had set myself.
I lived a sad and frustrated life, where my unconscious goal was acceptance from others.
I Used to say and think “I don´t need anybody”, but deep inside I was shouting for company.
Too proud to admit that I couldn’t succede being alone, so proud that I avoided help from others.
Too angry to feel at peace, too unhappy to draw a smile. Too busy to open up about my life, to hung up (or maybe "neurotic") to love myself.
I was persistent, I was constant, but knowing no way to clarify (or "light up" or "illuminate") my paths, I was working hard without a method or a clear objective. I spent my life fighting in a battle without cause.
Spent my young life trying to be someone who I wasn´t, forgetting that I had the real me inside. May that real me grow and flourish.