I don’t like who I am anymore.
She said it best, she asked me

“What’s wrong with you? You know that this isn’t normal?”

And she’s right. Maybe she’s always been right.

It’s as if someone has harshly pulled back the curtains on a particularly sunny day, I see everything, and nothing has terrified me more.


The knowledge, that I try skirting around for the moment I touch it, it becomes my truth

And what a dark, dark truth to have.

I have an answer to most people’s questions but my own baffle me.

I baffle me

And I’m lost

And God knows I don’t have the fight in me to find myself,
So I’ll exist as though a shadow