I don’t know if I changed or not.
I don’t know if I’m myself or not in public.
I don’t know if people perceive me in the wrong way.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I pretend things.
Because I don’t want to be hurt.
So I pretend I’m normal or superior.
I pretend I don’t show my complete self.
Truth is. I have nothing to show.
I don’t know who I am.
So I wander around.
Finding clues who I could be.
Then comes my realization.
I don’t feel happy anywhere.