I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know how to speak.
I don't know how to write.
I don't know how to cook.
Or how to make them laugh.
I don't know how to be confident.
Only to be sad.
Truthfully so I am a mess, and this poem makes no sense.
Hell my writings are all atrocious, I'm sorry for all who read.
