It starts with you,
an exciting adventure
but oh! how wrong was I
delusional,
set in the idea that I am one for affection
it makes me sick how much you care

but maybe it is not I who is delusional,
but you?
you who don't even know me,
for I am but a shell of my true identity

Identity, what is mine?
who am I?
I contemplate these thoughts every night
crying because I don't have a key,
to escape this small confided box of my thoughts
trapped by my fears, smothered by your care
I want out I want to escape,
but how?
where do the answers hide?
who am I?

It started with you,
an excited adventure
and the circle of thoughts,
in the box that confines me goes on