If you allow me to whisper into your ear

all my insecurities and fear, then you'd realize what a shadow of grandiosity I am, that all you might have thought of me is but an illusion hidden behind mighty words and image.

I am nothing, just an ignorant person knowing that she's supposed to be dreaming big, thus she does so but not really knowing which direction is she heading towards.

If I whisper my secrets into your ears, you'd see the vulnerability and confusion in my eyes, along with the silent screams.

I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm suppose to do, if what I'm doing is correct, and what the - am I doing whatever I'm doing now.

Big dreams, fall hard.

But it probably wasn't even a dream after all. Just some passing notion that stuck to my head.

Of...grand principles?

Of choices

Of opinions

Of fairytales

Of rivalry

Of adolescence