The Vessel | Rebecca Nebeker

On the outside you try to appear perfect. You flash your smiles all day long and then when you close the door to your room, you let all of your insecurities come to the surface. You try to convince your friends that you are excellent at the violin, even though you clearly are not. It is the only thing you can give the world. Moving out of the house away from your mommy who never let you think for yourself or make your own desicions threw into shock. Your roommates live in sin: they watch MTV and go to bed late. You are alone in your "tribulations." You just found out that because of all of this you are severely inexperienced with life and you are very naive to the "real world". And people around you roll their eyes at your ignorant comments and wide-eyed notions of anything different than your used to. For they have been through life: divorces, deaths, and pain and you haven't a clue what that pain feels like--now you know that. Ignorance is bliss they say, but not for you. You have no wisdom, no sympathy, no understanding of real-life troubles. It's great to grow up blessed but only when you know it. But no bother, you are in denial of your lacking, continue to smile to mask the insecurities, your mom is far away and can't help you now, but I can see right through you.