Sometimes, I cry. No one sees me, and that is the way that I like it. Crying is a personal issue. What right does anyone else have to see me shed my persona, make myself vulnerable and fall apart? It is not fair to expect me to share something that is so profound and so moving. Furthermore, what right do i have to impose myself, my fears and worries on the world at large? If I am cryng and falling to pieces, what makes me think that other people do not have the same problems? They obiously have better self-control than I do! Everyone expects people to sympathise with them when they cry, offer the required nonsense of consoling them. Who am I? What claim do I have to pity? I know that I have serious problems, not least of which is expressing my emotions. I am dark, twisted and 'messed-up.' I wish I could understand myself, but I do not. I am large and scary. My mind scares me. I am constantly in fear of what I would unleash if I allowed myself more than a peep into my mind. i might just go over the edge.
My favourite teacher always told me that tears have a healing effect. Do I know it. After a good cry, I am washed clean, empty. I feel drained, vulnerable, child-like. Why would I want t expose myself to other people in such a state? I need to learn how to deal with other peple. I fear them. That maybe, just maybe, they will be able to see beyond the facade of a person that I present and see the real me, the me that I do not wish for anyone to see, for fear that they will realise that I am not as pulled together as I look, not as perfect as I pose, nothing to envy...I am fake but deep. I am a paradox. Is this how schizophrenics feel? I wonder...
