Soap **** stuck on glass

Flea bite on left wrist

The feeling of hair resting on the back of the neck

Itchy

Cut index finger of writing left hand

Bunched up abandoned white sheets

Uncertainty

I'm only pretending
I know what I'm doing

In the core of one's "self" sits an unsure heart
Waiting to be broken

I want you to see who "I" am
I'd like for you to find "me"
Tangled and torn
Lost in the storm of uncertainty