Identity Crisis

I don’t know where I am,

Every day is a different kind of hell;

And the words that spill out of me

Aren’t mine.

And I look down for one second

But when I look back up,

There’s another person mad at me.

I know I’ve done it wrong;

I know I’ve done it all wrong,

And you know it too.

I can feel your disappointment,

And it’s the worst feeling.

So I turn to the one thing I’m good at,

And it turns out,

I’m not anymore.

What do you do when you’re not good at your thing anymore?

I’m falling down;

Deep into this void of nothingness;

Feeling so stupid

And naive.

I’m trying so hard,

But trying doesn’t cut it and I don’t know what to do anymore.