I try to be me;

but yet, I’m not me.

I am not the same person who

used to go out and have fun,

and hang out with friends,

and enjoy life.

I try to be myself;

but yet, I am not myself.

If I were myself, I would assume I would

have a wonderful day;

and yet, my days are not wonderful;

especially when trying to be myself.

If I cannot be me;

and I cannot be myself;

who am I to be.

To be, or not to be me.

Parting with me and myself

is almost as disheartening as not knowing who I am now.