southpark-yes

I am no one to myself. I’ve long since lost contact with who I was Am barely on speaking terms with who I am With no way to know who I will become. It seems I’m in between identities. I have a few people in my life Who will tell me stories, memories they Share with me across the table Of who I was… Cruel, compassionate, so sweet, and unfair. But too naïve and always in too deep. I have a few people in my life Who observe my daily living, and Drop hints through the grapevine Of who I may be… Lazy, lonely, so sincere, and accepting. But too anxious, too nervous, with jumbled words and always hiding. I have