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I see so many people able to express themselves wonderfully. They say all the right words that combine into something that strikes you right in the chest and you feel exactly what they are expressing, they dress themselves in a certain fashion and my eyes take in every inch of style and tells me a small part of their personality, they lay their thoughts out in the form of a short video online, it is read by strangers and those strangers can offer their advice, comforting words, and own similar thoughts without a hitch.
I notice all these seprate instances of self expression and i feel them and recognise them; I am the one who is expressed to. Then, I often find myself wondering why I can't do it, I am unable to so eloquently lay my thoughts down in a cohesive matter, I'm unable to express who I am as a person to others so they can see me, hear me, feel me, and with that i find a heavy isolation looming over me.
No one knows I exist, no one can feel me. In this sea of individual souls who show their beauty, their ugliness, their stories and personality, I'm a lone fish, struggling against the upcurrent pulling me back to the surface while everyone else swims merrily in the vast depths of expression.
I am alone, and far far away from ever being able to shout my story to the oceans.