“Do you know yourself?”
Hard amber eyes meet mine.
Lipstick smeared across full lips
asking me to be honest so don’t lie.
“It’s hard to know myself.”
Sometimes feelings of inadequacy surface in my mind
so I burn my bridges before I can cross them
and I forget why I tried.
“Why is it hard to know yourself?”
To be honest, I don’t know.
To be fully honest, I am alone
and on my own.
I don’t know.