Being Me

being me is can get complicated
i wake up and i no longer know
who i am
everyday i live
its just another battle
to stay alive
to get up
to keep moving through the fog

no one really can know that the life i live
gets darker day by day
i cant look in the mirror
because i dont know the face that
looks back at me
i stay alive because anything less
would leave me lost
because im expected to
because there is nothing else
i was the perfect child
i am the broken child

behind this mask that i live in
the real me waits
until the day
that being me
doesnt leave me questioning
i wait for the day when i will wake up
and not wish, hope, or pray for death
i wait