Who am I?
Who Am I?
My mania tells me I’m kind-hearted,
My depression tells me I’m boring,
My anxiety tells me no one likes me.
My brain is in this constant battle and
My peers tell me to breathe through the pain,
Even when the pain can’t be seen.
So I ask myself once again, who am I?
Because with everything my mind is telling me,
I can’t figure out my own self.
All I know it that I want to figure out the reality of who I am.