Cliché

No one really understands what someone like me feels, because I’m unique. No one sees me while I’m creating music because I camouflage among those notes of despair. Sometimes I’m so invisible that I can’t even see myself trough that mirror. Sometimes the world seems to be so little, that music appears to be everything.  Sometimes music is life, sometimes life is music. Sometimes my head is so full of notes, that I forget everything else out there. Sleeping, I think about music. Dreaming, I dream about music.
Have you ever felt like me? Let me know, there’s so many things just people like you and me understand. Scream if you think it’ll help. Kiss if you think it’s better than hating. But never, never stop what you love doing.