I always thought that finding my true self and accepting who I am was difficult in my first language , when I realized I had to use my criativity and the many English lectures I have taken , I had  to give English  a try. I tried to scream to explain how I felt , but my sorrow simply went unnoticed , untouched. Maybe I was not appropriate , maybe I meant one thing and they never understood what I wanted to say , maybe the words don't  dance in a flawless rhythm, maybe I fabricated a talent , or maybe it's impossible to be yourself in a different language.