I don't know

I don't know who I am.

I don't know if I ever did.

I don't if the me I portray to be to my family is the person I am supposed to be.

I dont know if the me I show to people at school or on the street is the me I want to be, or if its the person I am because they want me to be.

I dont know if the scars that are left on my body is a cry out for help, or if its what I do to control the tears I hold back.

I dont kow if the people who said that they loved me actually did love me, if so then:

Why did they leave?

Why did they let me cry alone when they told me they loved me?

Why didnt they care enough to tell me the reason they left?

Why did they even come back?

I dont know if it was it to tease me.

I dont know if it was because the wanted to prove that they loved me.

I dont know if it was just meant to torture me.

I dont know.

I say this becuse after all they did to boost my spirit they decided to leave again.

Did they want to pour salt on the wounds they left on my heart and soul?

I dont know why this has to happen to me.

I swear God please tell me because,

I Just Dont Know.