What if I turn into you?
What if the hatred I put towards you
the ugly and the horrific outbursts
are just because you are me
and I am you?
What if I become the drunk?
What if at around 2 am
I am singing to you and all my other dead friends
and crying mercilessly?
What if I judge my kids and make them hate me?
What if I turn out to be you?
We shall wait.