I am me
Three words that make my stomach churn like the stormy sea
Me is the last thing I would ever imagine myself wanting to be
I see myself as the broken ornament on the Christmas tree
So fragile and worthless that no one would notice if it leaves
The harsh words that are used to describe Me makes my eyes water with tears of regret
Regret of those moments that labeled me with those adjectives
Those letters strung together strong enough to make me weep
It seems that I know my identity yet it seems lost at the same time
It's an everlasting argument between the left and right side of my brain
For this question I ask at the end of the day always leaves me insane
Am I me?
/k.p/
