Montage of Life.

Lyrics: You see, I'm the bravest girl
You'll ever come to meet
Yet, I shrink down to nothing
At the thought of someone really seeing me
I think my heart is wrapped around
And tangled up in winding weeds

But, I don't wanna go on living
Being so afraid of showing
Someone else my imperfections
And even though my feet are trembling
Every word I say comes stumbling
I will bare it all
Watch me unfold
Unfold, unfold

These hands that I hold behind my back
Are bound and broken from my own doing
And I can't feel anything anymore
I need a touch to remind me
I'm still real

'Cause, I don't wanna go on living
Being so afraid of showing
Someone else my imperfections
And even though my feet are trembling
Every word I say comes stumbling
I will bare it all
Watch me unfold
Unfold, unfold

My soul
It's dying to be free
I can't live the rest of my life so guarded
It's dying to be free
It's up to me to choose
What kind of life I lead
Marie Digby, Unfold. A selection.

Reflections:
Teenagers are not as terrible as we are made out to be. We're becoming less prejudiced, less judgemental. Our arms are far more open that those of our parents. We accept the flaws, the quirks, the "abnormalities" of those around us, because as time goes on, the human race becomes more comfortable with differences. And because we are now becoming raised around said differences, we're so much more accepting. We know what we want, and we know what we don't. Our eyes are more open to other people, other ideas. We stray from what we've been trained to believe, instead believing what we're told. I know what I want, and I know what I believe, and most of all, I know it's radical. And I like that.

I plan on contributing something to society.