Me

Who am I?

I don’t even know anymore.

I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

Yet, I’m still that person.

I’m both at once and neither.

So who am I?

The pain that spreads through my brain and heart is new.

But the way I try, the way I feel is the same as it’s always been.

Everything’s different, yet so much is the same.

And I just can’t figure out who I am.

So who am I?

I guess I’m just me.

I don’t need all the answers.

Just being me is enough.

It’ll always be enough.

It has to be.

Black pen writing a novel

Creativity641

VT

14 years old

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