The Real Me
Tamaki's class is writing a short story or poem thingy and the teacher is gonna read it out loud to the class. The trick is that the class isn't suppose to figure out who it is.
'They don't understand the pain I go through. The fact they pretend they know me makes me feel happy, yet, very sad. Sometimes I want them to feel my pain too. To feel why I become antisocial or a while, to feel like I have to smile. They put that pressure on me. Everytime I frown they worry, every time tears escape my eyes they ask whats wrong.
Part of me want that, it wants them to worry, but the part I made, the part that's not me, takes over and I smile, a fake smile, and tell them not to worry.
The part I molded, the part that took so long to be perfected, the part that fools everyone…is slowly disappearing. The part that makes everyone happy and the one that everyone wants to know, and that everyone loves, is slowly fading. The part of me that fakes that fake smile and fakes the family is fading into nothing…and the real me is coming out…
My true self is coming out, weither I want it to, or not. And so far, they don't see a difference.
They see a guy who will smile through the tough times and will help anyone with anything. A guy who can't feel sadness, or pain. A guy who never has problems of his own. A guy that can never stop smiling, or laughing, or helping.
That guy doesn't exist. He's the mold, the fake me. They don't see that. They see what they want to and only hear what they want to. When I become quiet, they don't notice. When I'm sad, They don't show any concern. When I'm suffering through my own problems, they don't help, or even listen. Whenever a word comes out of my mouth, they talk about themselves.
They need to open their eyes and see, I'm not who I pretend to be. They need to hear my screams for acceptance for they real me. If they never do, then I might live as long as I should. I won't be able to survive this thing called life.'
Tamaki finished reading what he wrote and felt the tears falling down his cheeks. He knew everything was what he really felt, but he also knew that if people found out, they would shun him…and he would last less if that happened.
"I'll just write something else. Something the fake me would write." He said as he put what he read up on a wall…near a picture of him and the host club. "I hope they can help me soon." He whispered to himself as he put it up.
If you guys really like it, then I'll put up a chapter for every character…but, put it in the reviews. Please review.