I am trapped between worlds where I am nothing and I am everything I am in pieces cornered by spirits I never knew existed in the sunny days of childhood Where I draw graves and fear the sound of a gun Where I do as I should but am told I am not enough Where the salt in my tears became a familiar taste Where I wish that my grades measured my worth because I had prefect grades but a flawed personality I am floating on a high of self appreciation but have I gone too far? have I turned into him? my empathy feels like overcompensation sincerity engulfs my actions have I turned into him?