myself

Let's be honest I don't like myself and I don't really like the way I live, hiding the truth dealing with reality is not a part of pleasure , nor my name that's why I it's now my dead name and chose a new one , Why were you born? This question came to mind thousands times a day so I'm kinda professional in it and thinking about it is so hard, trying to find my way and who I am before why I am here and all my life I try to avoid seeing me, so I create an alarm so that I don't meet it, The mirror is my enemy but I agree with myself about something we both want to leave this world I beg every day for myself

-Hey I'm here

-welcome

- You talked, oh

- Should I be happy?

-This is our longest conversation

He walked up and sat in front of me

- The view from here is exciting

- Pathetic?

- Interesting nah