Don't want to trust myself again, I know I can be shaken, that I am unreliable, easy to forget.

Don't want to trust myself again, what if I turn away again, what if I don't keep my words and make a mess again.

Stop trusting myself already. It happened once or twice a day already.

Stop trusting yourself, trusting your flesh, it's rotten,  hard to predict what it will do next. That will leave you gasping for air, trying to recover again.

Who am I to you? To the World. To the Lord. To you who bullies me sometimes. To you whom I have been a bully to once. To the birds of the skies. To the creatures at night. To the deep sea monsters down below.

Who am I to you? Who am I to me? Am I suppose to be you. Or to be me, my broken, weak self.  Am I suppose to speak out in the streets. Am I suppose to stay silent only outside but be nuisance behind those black screens of today. Am I suppose to sing my heart out in Church.

WHO am i suppose to be. what am i suppose to be.... all of them maybe. i can be broken. shattered to pieces. yet strong.  I need to know...who..what i am suppose to be..