My own self is wasting away.
I don’t know who I am, who is true.
Who is fake.
I fall too hard for guys who don’t like me.
I trust too easily for people who hurt me.
Then I push away those who like me and complain.
My own self is wasting away somewhere.
Everyday.
Then the pressure.
The pressure of good grades, good child, clean room.
Normal.
What is normal?
That’s not me.
It will not, nor ever be, me.
I’m crazy, wild, enthusiastic, sad, mad, emotional, and a little bit mental.
And that’s all I know about myself.
My only self.
And you need to accept it.