• I am myself. But who am I? Who is "myself?"

    I am the girl who acts sunny and unruffled, as if
    the sea is always calm,
    the sun always shines,
    that it is smooth and happy
    within and without;
    that I've never been tainted by
    shadows...

    Inside, I am weak with burning rage,
    overwhelming sadness,
    constant paranoia...
    I feel the world's weight upon my shoulders,
    yet I am not responsible for all that I take upon myself.
    I take what I have for granted,
    and I am filled with faults.

    My thoughts overlap in unnatural, akward ways,
    and by what I mean by what I say and what I truly mean
    are
    two
    different
    things.

    I write these observations down so I can
    look back and see
    how weak I've become.
    I've allowed myself sadness and anger and hate...
    Everyone says that those are not weaknesses, but strengths...
    But watch me punish myself anyways.

    Now, I've been called foolish, for my logic goes
    in circles.
    Around
    and
    around
    and
    around...

    But these flaws make me who am am...
    And I am myself...
    But who am I? Who is myself?