I just don’t know…
I don’t know what I am,
What I’m like—
I don’t know what
You like about me.
I don’t know what
You want from me,
What you expect of this.
But I’ll admit I like it when
You say you like me.
I just don’t know
If what you like is real.
I don’t know if
The version you see
Is the truth.
And I wonder how long
It’ll take for you to realize
That I don’t even know
And leave me behind
Like everyone else did.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.