Am I scared? Too aware? Completely fine? Off the walls? Panicked to my core? Normal to a tee?
I wonder who I am behind the walls
Could I be honest with myself? Am I honest with myself? Do I know honesty? Have I been honest?
Do I know what my own feelings are? Do I understand myself to my core? Are my values really what they are? Do I know my own morals?
I wonder if I'll ever meet myself? I wonder if I've met myself? Do I know myself? Am I who I am?
Does anyone know who they are? Does everyone know better than me? Does everybody else know their core? Am I the only one wondering if I know who I am?
I speak with myself everyday, out-loud, in my head
I talk with myself about my morals, values, what I believe, who I am. But am I honest? Am I being real? Do I know who I am? Is this really what I believe? How do I know if I'm being honest? Is this overthinking? Is this paranoia? Is this psychosis? Is this trauma? Is this nothing? Is this something?
All I've ever wanted was to know myself. I know myself. I don't know myself. I'm honest. I'm a liar. I'm confused. I'm sure. Who am I? I'm Alexander. Am I who I am? Is this all a lie? Is this all real? Will I ever be sure?
Will the confusion ever let me live?
Will the confusion ever let me be free?
Will I ever know clarity?
