Am I really here?
Is this really me?
Is there a real me?

I'm not so sure

For all I know there is no me,
I don't matter any more than a leaf
Falling from a tree in November
Twirling to the ground,
Whether or not anyone is around
To see it fall.

But of course I FEEL
Of course I MATTER to ME
Or at least somewhat

Will this ever come to an end
Will I ever be able to live,
Unafraid, unabashed?

Will there ever be a me worthy
Of unabashedness?