Who I am.

So much pain that I can take, physically and mentally.

It’s there, don’t you see?

Leave me hanging down at the edge.

It’s always the sweats, there always be struggles.

Feels like a stranger, feels like an alien.

Feels like an impostor, feels like a creep.

Feels like the shadow, feels like no one.

Feels inadequate, feels useless.

I don’t know who I am.

 

 

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