I cannot open my eyes,

they could find me.

Worse yet, I could find myself.

I do not want to know what I am like

Who I am

What if I won't like myself, 

or worse what if I love who I am.

Awful, unbelievably awful, 

Me, myself, and I

The thought disgusts me

I am who I want,

We all are who we want to be

Why can't I be different?

I planned to make myself something.

Mold myself through the fires

and sculpt myself into something worth admiration.

I am not there, not yet.

But I fear, I fear,

Cause I will never get there.

I won't give up, but I won't win either.

So, here I stand, whit flag in hand.

I just won't wave it.

I will never wave it.