I am a shapeshifter of sorts, I can be whoever you want me to be I be lovely and kind or I can honest and raw, trust me I can be anything at all. Just tell me who you want me to be and I will be her, I can be the person you need most or your biggest fan, I can tell you you don’t need a man or a five year plan, I can tell you what you need to hear and be who you want me to be, but the problem is I am no longer me. I don’t even know who me is anymore she is hiding somewhere in all of these personalities I have created, waiting to be shared, waiting to be loved, waiting to be enough for someone some day, waiting to be ok.