They say You find yourself Here. You find Your truth.
The truth? At this point there are So many versions of me All competing for a chance To rear their ugly heads
I am thousands of people Each personality carefully tailored To every person I know Neat little packages ready to be Shipped out.
It was only a couple Years ago When I first stumbled Upon This epiphany This crisis of conscious This undeniable truth
That I have no truth.
The fact that I am Merely a conglomerate of All the people I know. That I am somehow Paradoxically Self-reliant yet Entirely reliant on others.
I first felt it When I was truly alone I was a stranger to myself. It struck me that I was simply no one When there wasn’t someone For me To mirror To match.
Because I am So F*cking Dependent on The validation The appreciation The need for You To like me.
I cannot simply Be I must only Be For the sake Of others.
So I sit waiting, Wondering If she’ll ever get a chance To rear her ugly head Me Her I
The piece of me I’ve never met.