I'm framed as that happy girl, that "no-care-in-the-world" girl.

That happy girl, that loud girl.

That funny girl that made me pee my pants during our first sleepover.

That fashionable girl, the hair and makeup wiz.

The "socially awkward but once you meet her you fall in love with her" girl.

The smart girl. The talented girl.

The skinnny girl.

Its as if society painted this picture of me without researching the object they painted, convincing the audience of the art that what they drew is me. They just drew a few colored mixed with some stereotypical personality and labled it with my name.

But its not me.

Its just what they put in my particular frame.

I'm not happy. I try not to be loud, and I don't think I'm funny.

I forced myself to learn fashion and makeup. I'm not good at it.

Yes, I am socially awkward. There's something partially right.

I'm no where near smart. Nor am I anywhere near talented.

And I am not skinny. At all.

Life to me is like a picture, a movie if you will. No ones ever what they seem, they're just trying to be "picture perfect". 

No one ever knows whats going on behind the scenes.

I am Kang Seulgi. No one knows whats going on behind the scenes in my life.

Fortunately.

I don't know whats going on behind the lives of others behind the scenes, either.

Fortunately.

But what I do know, is that no one can EVER see my bloopers, my takes; nada, nothing.

Because, you see... my picture frame is carefully painted

to fit every single detail, to hide every single inch of emotion and flaws behind the pastel colored paint.

Behind the scenes... I'm in an emotional turmoil.