It’s hard to know who I am
It’s hard to see who I am
When I can’t be
What I can’t see
And I can’t see me
And then I try to flee
But I can’t cut the cord
So I can’t run from the gun
That holds me back
Pulls me back
And I never thought in a million years this would be me
Sitting and hoping and yearning and coping
And hating the world
And hating me.

I wish I could see.