The longer I am here,
the more I lose my
certainty of who I am.
Because, similar to
everyone else,
I have to prove myself here -
prove that I'm stable,
prove that I'm to be trusted,
prove that I've already
tried so damn hard.
No wonder I've kept so much
inside these last eight years;
it's been to show myself
that I still have control,
still have autonomy,
still can keep myself
somewhat safe.
And in the heat of a moment,
everything can change,
and little remains the same.
Because people had to find out,
people had to know the depth,
even though I always carried it alone.
I know I should take a rest,
but too much of me has
already been stripped bare.
