I am-

i am empty, a failure, a hollow vessel with nothing inside – i am a vacuum.

i am strong only when I am wearing someone else's face, when i am living someone else's life.

in my own skin i am likely to break into tears over the smallest thing.

i am a fragile, wilting, dying flower and too full of lies to be able to breathe without feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me

but in the end I am who I am, and who I am is nothing like I ever wanted to be

I am.