The bones beneath my skin are burning and oh God, I can no longer tell if it's from the hate I have for me or for "you"

Is this you?

There's seven days worth of apologies but I don't think "you" deserve to hear a breath of them

Is this you?

I'd walk barefoot to "you" even if "you" are the one who put broken glass in my path

Is THIS you?

People are just definitions that are still being written so be careful how "you" finish yours

TELL ME, IS THIS YOU?

"You" are one of those poems that took so long to find something to write about & once I did, it made me wonder why I wasn't able to write you sooner

THIS IS YOU... RIGHT?

So tell me...
Who's the "you" that YOU speak of?