Who am I?
I'm a collage of every single individual I've ever met,
Every single person who I have loved,
who I have hurt
Bits and pieces of people who have hurt me,
but I carry that pain well
When I close my eyes,
I fly to a place where they can't hurt me
It doesn't matter where I go,
they'll always be apart of me
The scars they've left,
imprinted on my brain and heart
I wonder if they still love me,
the way I love them
I'm tired of being my favorite collage,
I wish someone else saw me that way
