i've come to pretend a lot.
who i am,
what i do,
all to hopefully fit in.
it doesn't work.
maybe back then,
when things weren't so hectic.
or when people were nicer.
this facade that lasts until the sun sets.
i wonder if the normal me is still there.
hiding somewhere,
waiting to come back out.
how would i know which one is real
and which one is fake?
Maybe this me is the real deal.
i'd like to hope so.
but if that's the case,
why do i still feel so different?
~ a
12.02.2021
