I Don’t Know Myself

“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.

 

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