• Live- happy, perfect, smiling, waving.
    Die- angry, broken, crying, drowning.
    Lost, falling, being buried
    Beneath others thoughts, hopes, dreams, wishes.
    Where am I?
    What am I, under all this that people want me to be?
    Is there even a person there anymore?
    And if there wasn’t, how would you know?
    All you see is the perfect little me you want me to be.
    Do you even know what I want to be?
    And if you did…
    Would you care?