Do I even know the true me?
He's hidden in the darkest alley
Disguised by the shadows
Of overlooked self-hate.
The true me isn't even accepted
In fact, He's despised and rejected
Separate from the world
Because of others' thoughts.
The true me has a strong purpose,
But he is told that he is worthless
Preventing a passion
From becoming expressed.
I loathe the true me's reflection;
I just see others' expectations:
Overwhelmed by pressure
And neverending stress.
The true me is hidden by shame
So he lets me take different names.
I completely forget about him
In order to fit in.
But what if there is a big twist?
And the true me doesn't even exist.
The world distorted me
And this is who I am.