I don't even know who I am anymore.


If you had asked me
two,
three,
four years ago,
where I pictured I would be now,
I would have told you that I didn't think I'd make it this far.

I was wrong about myself then,
how am I supposed to believe anything I think I know about myself now?

How can I expect anyone else to know me,
to want me,
to love me,
when I barely even know my own name anymore?