Drafts of the Soul

Unnamed

Sometimes, I asked myself

"Who am I really?"

I don't understand myself anymore

I feel like a file with no name.

I was born without purpose

Lost in the desert, lost in the woods

I am afraid and I worry about a lot of things.

My life became a maze

with no entrance,

no exit

I am becoming crazier each day

finding something inside of me.

There's a hole in my chest

that no matter what I do

Nothing can ever fill the voidness.

I want to stop feeling this way

When people try to make fun of me

I just laugh and say nothing

but deep inside, I know

that it hurts so bad;

but I'm scared that if I say something,

they might be more careful around me

and if they will, it feels like I am actually boring

and I will lose my worth as a person

and I will become nothing in their eyes.

I am a person with no identity

A chameleon that loves trying to fit in.

If someone will ask me about myself

I don't know what will I tell them

I am super scared they might find out

that I am nothing deep inside

and I am faceless behind these masks.

I want to get help

I want someone to help me

But I am also scared

that if I do that,

I will lose my identity I tried to build for the society

to be accepted.