I don't understand myself
I don't know what am doing
I don't even know why am here

I talk a lot
But when i talk i feel ... different
People think they know me...
But if i don't know myself,
how could they know myself more than me?

I talk a lot
But it doesn't mean anything
lies...lies...lies
But they are here for a good reason
What reason, i don't know?

My past is just a blur,
In my head there is nothing
I have always believed that
I don't belong here

Who am i?
I wish i knew