Brother tells me I'm not okay being alone.
I depend too much on my relationships.
I hear him loud and clear.

But as I listen I drown in the terror of the truth.
What am I? Who am I? Am I accepted or am I rejected?
Am I a flaw or am I perfection?
I know my name but I don't know it calls at me;
I know it calls at a person, but how can it be me?

I know I am okay, I know that I am on my feet in life.
I know the tenderness in my chest says I'm still alive.
But with every step uphill, it feels like I'm closer to a dive.

No reprieve in my own distant imagination.
Just big words and forgotten tones,
colours with no meaning,
music with no direction,
roads with no goals.

See I am alone. I'm okay, but I'm alone.