I don't know what I feel.
I may be happy,
I may be hurt,
I may be numb,
I may be just alive nad not
living at all.

I don't know it
I want to know who I am but at the same time I'm afraid of who I really am.
I don't know if I want to know who I am.

I'm not good enough for no one.
My mom says she read books about teens and their problems but those boo wasn't written by teens who actually live in those problems.

My mom thinks our relationship is good.
I don't know...
I barely tell her less than the quarter of my day.
She doesn't know what I really feel.
Or that I barely eat.

I feel like I'm on top of my life while I think I'm a disappointment.
I apologized to my mom.
Who knows for what.

I don't know what I did but I'm sure that I fucked up.
I have no idea what but im really sorry about it...
I'm the...