Something Wrong

Why does there always have to be something wrong?

You give me the feeling it’s intentional

I hide anger behind a gentle character

Who am I when I am around you?

How can I be everyone other than myself?

Why is that also a self?

How can that also be me?

Am I myself by finding

Parts of me in other people?

Or am I fooling myself into 

These thoughts that lead to an endless loop

It’s time to be that someone else