Since I was a kid I just can't figure out what the fuck I am, I just go out there pretending be something that will make everything feels a bit easier, and then come home and cry my heart out for just can't feel nothing, was that me? If it was, why I'm another person when I talk to my father, another when I talk to my mother, I'm even another when I look at the ducking mirror, but I can't recognize it, I don't know who I am when nobody is watching me, I just wanna throw everything out the window, just cry until I can't stand anymore, whoever the "me" is writing this, I hope it can forgive me