I didn't want to be this way
Nay I loathed those that were

I dreamt in color not pastels
I needed not another

The fear of being held in place
now treading through the sludge.

I cant recognize my own name
just what in the actual ****

I'm not the person I thought Id be
Do great things be carefree

I'm not myself I don't know who that is
Or who is actually me