Buehl34
Life doesn't have a single predetermined path. Rather, it has many doors. You get to choose which ones to step through.
Who am I?
I thought I was honest,
But I can't even recognize who I am beneath the lies,
I can't see the person under the "I'm fine..."s,
Or the shame of being hurt,
I would reach out,
Try to grab a life raft to stop me from drowning,
But how do I show people what's behind my mask if I don't even know?
Who am I after the trauma,
Who am I after the pain is gone,
And who was I before; how do I get back to her?
Who am I?