I don’t really like who I am when I’m next to my friends,
I feel someone else every time I close the living room door in my apartment.
My mom’s at home.
I can’t recognize how I act when I’m living with my family,
If I lock the bathroom door, I feel myself now.
How can I be someone else when I’m still the person I am in any situation?
How can I feel myself when I’m alone if that means no one’s watching?
Does it mean no one is ever gonna know who I am?
Who will I be when I meet someone new?
Who will talk about me with sureness?
I still lock the doors of any room I’m in.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
I don’t really like who I am when I’m next to my friends,
I feel someone else every time I close the living room door in my apartment.
My mom’s at home.
I can’t recognize how I act when I’m living with my family,
If I lock the bathroom door, I feel myself now.
How can I be someone else when I’m still the person I am in any situation?
How can I feel myself when I’m alone if that means no one’s watching?
Does it mean no one is ever gonna know who I am?
Who will I be when I meet someone new?
Who will talk about me with sureness?
I still lock the doors of any room I’m in.
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