The Real Me?

Lately I've been thinking about me and I don't think the me now is the real me. The real me love vintage and ancient stuff. I love The Trip to the Moon, Sweeney Todd. I was tried to watch Sweeney Todd with my friends and share what I like to them. But they laughed at the movie because of the singing in the beginning. And in many ways, I didn;t be the real me. I don't know what to do coz I know if I be the real me, I would only be laughed by my frieds. But i'm tired of not being me... I sometimes feel like I do not belong here, I belong to somewhere else...