Just finished watching Phantom Of The Opera. I always pity the Phantom. No one bothers to get to love him because of a past that he had no real control over, because of an image. No one seems to look past the scars and into his heart, past his pain to the true beauty he has always carried within himself but was too blinded by pain to see.
I can empathize with him, I know how he feels because I feel the same. I feel like I am blocked from feeling true emotions of love because my past defines me. I don't feel I can be completely honest because it seems no one will look past the scars and past the pain to see the girl I'm hiding. Part of me wants to know why, why no one seems to care enough to see past the smile and the jokes, past the bravado and into the centre of myself. Why am I not worthy of such an expedition?
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