Another me essay 700 words oh

There is a "beast" in my heart, and it is another me. I always lock this "beast" in a door, but the "key" in my heart will let it out. I want to make others jealous and make me visible from my small status.

When I'm angry, I'm a little unreasonable. Once, my brother held me tightly in my stomach, and I felt very uncomfortable, and before I knew it, the "beast" had manipulated me and made me lift my right foot and step down hard. I have done bad things and it is difficult for me to turn back, my heart is cold, I don't know what to do, and the scolding of my sisters and sisters has added a heavy burden to my original heavy heart.

This is the first side of the "beast": anger. The second side of this "beast" is:

Make people jealous. I'm the last in the family. That's why everybody hates me.

Some often scolded me, some kept everyone away from me, and some often plotted against ......meBecause of this, I can only make everyone jealous of me, so that others will not hate me anymore. I often make the "beast" reappear with the wrong behavior, but that's all I can do. Now, I've made it impossible for me to go back.

When I unveiled the true face of this "beast", I couldn't believe that "The Beast" was the real me! A terrible me, a hypocritical me, how will I drive away this terrible "beast"?

I was at a loss. I found another me.

People have two sides, for example: a girl who is usually shy (in front of everyone) may have a passionate or even wild side in private, and a boy who usually seems rough also has a gentle side.

As long as you grasp it, you can write about the points that occasionally appear that are different from your usual impressions.

An ordinary literary 2b youth.

It's all messy on it.

Everyone has a familiar alter self in the depths of their hearts, she follows you every day, you don't feel her presence, and she protects you like a patron saint.

Deep down, I'm a hot boiler. Full of ideals. I want to make the other me the real me.

At school, I was a good student who followed the school rules and obeyed the group arrangement, but at home, I often did things out of the ordinary.

In the eyes of others, I am an innocent and lively person. A silly kid who laughs nonsensically, and in the eyes of my parents, I'm just an ignorant and unreasonable stupid kid.

In my eyes, I was a bad boy who was not liked and annoyed. As a result of my poor grades, I was often ridiculed by my relatives. It's not what I want to do if my grades are not good, who doesn't want to be excellent, you only care about yourself, and you know how deep the damage is to me?

A blow to my young heart. And in the eyes of my grandparents, I was an outsider who should not have been born in this family.

In the eyes of so many people, I learned that the other me was a child who was easy to go out of line, not freezing to death, unreasonable, unliked, and annoying.

Is that the other me like this? I'd rather not, I'd rather disappear into this world so that you never find me, and never satisfy some people.

Don't think I can't live without you. The real other me is one who is strong and dares to think about setbacks. Difficult people to declare war.

The other me will live a more wonderful life. In the absence of your blows. With encouragement, I will thrive in a way that you would never have imagined.

Let me, my weak power, resist you.