Home. School. Friends. Family.
I’m different everywhere.
Place to place, parent to parent, school to school.
I adapted, I changed.
I buried me under what I’m supposed to be.
Where is she?
Can I dig her back out?
Can I even find her?
Who am I?
Everywhere is a different “setting.”
But I want to be me.
These plastics are going away.
No more fake.
Welcome me.
Long time no see.
