Fake

Everyting I try to be is fake. Fake smiles. Fake laughs. Fake interest. Fake. I am tired of the fake life I lead because of others.
I have faked who I am since I was in 7th grade wgen I cut my hair and dyed it pink so that those bullies wouldnt mess with me and people would notice me. But this wasnt the way I wanted to be noticed. I hated that I cut off all the hair I nourished for years and feared to lose. I hated everything I knew I was going to become. FAKE. I was becoming a product of interest for a short while. I became a fake. It felt horrible. Never being who I really was. Different. I hated it. So I broke free from it. I wore what I wanted. Dyed my hair the color I wanted it. Said what I thought (not how I feel).
Yeah, I was still scared by girls and boys who could think that they were actually happy with their life.
Yeah, I didn't express how and what I wanted to do.
BUT I did become more honest with myself.