>For so long, years in fact, I have worn a facade. I wake up in the morning and put on my clown smile and proceed through the day as the happy go lucky girl. I exude confidence. I embody strength. I am grace. That is what I make everyone believe. It is easier to have everyone think everything is ok than to try to explain why it’s not ok. No one would really understand anyway. To be honest, this person I portray is who I want to be but it is not who I am. I am shy and awkward but I have learned to hide it well. I am so weak that I don’t have the strength to go on sometimes. I am really about as graceful as a cat walking across ice. I ask myself, “why can’t I be who I pretend to be?” As of yet I have no answer. Maybe one day I can stop pretending and just be me.