I’m starting to think maybe I was never kind after all.

I fear I have created an image of myself to share to the world, and I have even convinced myself of this picture.

Because once people have peaked through the keyhole of the door and see inside,

They turn back in revulsion,

“You are not who I thought you were” is etched into my mind, I see it every time I close my eyes.

You are not who I thought you were

You are not who I thought you were

You are not who I thought you were

Because I am not who I thought I was either.

And maybe I don’t know who I am or who I am supposed to be,

Now you look at me hurt and disgusted,

And I can’t bear to look at myself now.