Don’t know who I am anymore,
I am so lost in this world.
I love to dance;
I love to write.
Yet, I love pain;
seeing the blood of a cut.
That isn’t me,
it can’t be.
All I do is cry
when I think of failing,
but I’ve given up
and that is failing.
That is who I am,
a failure,
hypocrite,
a fake.
