In my head there are too many faces,
Once I am she,
Nearly me, nearly free
Wait until the mirror breaks,
And I shatter on shards and begin to take
Pieces of glass on a skin so kind
And bleed a saturated red, to soothe a fragile mind.
Because I have no sense of identity,
So I shed into a new body.
I sit in the centre of a cold, pitch black room,
I feel smoke and rage and filled with fumes,
When the rain comes down there is a sudden silence
The silence slowly becomes violent
And I woke up not knowing which personality I fought with once again.
And that’s how i feel every single day
I do not know who I am and I want this to go away.
A million faces and a rush of feelings
I guess my emotions have no meaning
I feel everything at once or I am completely numb
And I am hard to love and so I lose everyone.
So I wait for tomorrow to learn how to be me.