I can’t keep alive.
I can’t keep breathing.
I can’t keep pretending.

I can’t live under this shell.
I can’t give you an answer.
I can’t live a perfect life.

Because I don’t know
what I love and who I want to be
Heck,
I don’t even know who I am.

You bombard me with questions.
Stop
Stop.
STOP.
STOP asking me where i will be in ten years.
STOP asking me about my future.
STOP pressuring me about who i should be.
STOP controlling my life.

I want to stumble.
I want to fall.
I want to make mistakes.

I want to live
not as you,
not as my past,
nor as who you want me to be.

I want to be myself.
That’s all i know.