I Dont Know Who I Am Anymore

Blown apart again and again, dismantled, taken apart from the inside.

I don't know who I am, I know that I'm not who I was.

The labels, the identity...they seem to matter less each time.

I look back at the rigidity and see it was the source of the pain.

So what now? Whatever comes...I'm just a leaf in a stream.

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Imjohnnycash · 26-30, M

If that's what you want to believe, then it is true. You can never be you when you let others possess you. You can never be free as long as you let others own you. I hope this makes sense.

ZenKitzune · F

@Imjohnnycash This isn't about being owned. This is about making my way through life and learning lessons on the way.

Imjohnnycash · 26-30, M

So your blowing yourself apart?

ZenKitzune · F

@Imjohnnycash I get dismantled by life and I put myself back together in a better way. It's called adaptability.

Imjohnnycash · 26-30, M

I think I've adapted out all my abilities. I wish I would have saved a few cause these next couple are gonna be gut wrenchers.