I wish I knew what to do and how to act.  I just don't.  I feel like an alien.  I get mad when people can't see how special I am.  I get mad when others think I am something more.  I get mad when I don't get a chance to prove myself.  I get mad when I'm put on the spot to show the world my talents.  I long to be myself, but sometimes I wake up and dread looking in the mirror.  I am afraid to show you who I truly am, and yet I get mad when you treat me like someone I am not.  It's not your fault.  It's mine.  Intuitively I know this.  I still reign blows of frustration upon you.  It's not fair, I know.  I am replete with disastrous flaws.  They shimmer in your eyes and the reflection haunts me while I sleep.  However, I am working on them one day at a time.