I want to be the villain.
I want to be the hero.
I want to be the rebel.
I want to have lived and loved and died happy.
I want to die old.
I want to die young.
I want to burn and thrive and spark and fizzle and explode.

I'm conflicted and my mind is a mess.
But maybe I thrive from chaos.

I want to be somebody.
I want to be nobody.
I want to be crazy.
I want to be free.
I want to be a poet, a writer.
I want to greet death with open arms.

I want to make mistakes and learn and live and regret.
I want to be thrown out on my ***, helpless, fighting to live and survive.
And I want to make it.

I want love.
I want hate.
I want happiness.
I want sadness.
I want adventure.
I want regret.  
I want life.
Death.
And everything in between.

I want to be me, but what happens when I don't know who me is?