There once was a girl who was very much confused. She didn’t know who she was, she didn’t know what to do. Everyone around was judging every little thing she did so what else could she do? She was blinded by her peers and she became very distant. All she wanted was to be able to be judged by how they expected her to be, never to be herself. She didn’t know how to be herself. All she wanted was to be the person they imagined her to be. The girl will be imaginary.

On a cloudy day, where the rain nearly poured, she decided to walk home from school. Her books she carried were heavy and she was very tired. Still there was no way to stay dry for so long. Her feet was soar and soon she was fading from a world she barely knew. Why was she so tired on a normal day like this? There was no clue.

She trudged through the streets and passed the first curve. Her mind was beginning to leave. She clutched her books closer to her and tried to remember her way home. Objects became blurry and she stumbled a bit, but all was okay. She could still walk and maybe talk though there’s nothing to say. But as she walked across the street, she saw a light. Her mind went blank though it told her to stop but she laid on the ground instead.

Red pieces of her flowed away. Though there was nothing more to lose. By being someone whom she wasn’t the whole time, she never had a piece of herself. Instead, she cried for herself and for the people who saw her put on a fake mask in front of the mirror. The tears took place of the pain she tried to hide when she didn’t know who she exactly was.

The girl soon lost her eye sight and part of her memory. She continued to stumble through life like she did before. She knew how it felt to be blind and how it hurts to not know anything about yourself. She was living how she had lived long before the accident. However, the pain of finding herself was always inside, no matter what happened to her body. Where can she go to find herself? Where she is? Who she was?

Everyone stopped judging her, now that they saw who she was. She was blind and lost her past, is she now a nobody? She wasn’t who they pictured. She wasn’t who they imagined. She wasn’t anyone who they thought she could be.

The girl put a hand on a wall to find her way through. She heard talks about her and she felt them too. She guided her hand slowly, just slowly to find the door. Maybe it could help her escape from where she was now.

Lightly and gently another hand dropped over hers. The warmth of it made her jump back because she never felt it before. She pondered for a moment to think about this person. Who would ever touch a nobody, somebody was never was? The hand was still holding hers and she loved the feeling. Slowly, a soft voice echoed,

“I saw you passing by last week. I just couldn’t help but noticed how cute you look when you fall, and how you stood back up again. I’m sorry about the accident. I hope that it didn’t hurt too much. I just want to say that you have an amazing strength to still be alive and walking.

“I just want to hold her hand, and maybe you sure hear, that I think you’re beautiful, be just the way you are.”

The boy held her hand and she held his. For the first time, she smiled and she was girl who struggled to find that true smile. She was beautiful, not because of the mask she wears, but the ability to show what’s behind that mask. Also the ability to carry on with that true face that she found. She will smile more often. She finally took off the mask that belonged to the ground. Maybe it’s time to start life all over. It’s never too late to start.

I know you can’t see what you’re trying to find, but there are people out there who does. The ones who should love you will see through that fake smile and will guide you to that true one. Don’t hide yourself from people who love you, they are the only key to opening up what’s behind yourself. So don’t give up, lift your hand up high, feel your way to find that door. What could be behind is all up to you, depending if you’re being yourself or not.