They, Them, Me, and I

They are almost exactly like me. Their pieces are simple and straight to the point. We both follow the rules and don’t go above and beyond, for fear of being shot down. We’re both quiet and timid, always afraid to share and shine. In a way, though, they are more dangerous. They’ve gone through so much criticism and critique they’ve developed a bad trait. The need for acceptance. If something is not on par to the standard of a certain person they will try and work their hardest until it is. In some ways though, they are their own person. They’re not afraid to take some risks. They’re not afraid to throw in a “damn” or a “hell” every now and then. They like being risky sometimes. It makes them feel free for five minutes, it helps them put more words on the paper. They’re me, and I am them. But in ways more than one, I aspire, want, and need to be them.