100 Words – Discover

I am questioning all of the things
in which I promised I believed.
I don’t like the things
I said I liked
don’t want the things
I said I wanted
won’t do the things
I said I would,
I’m not the man you think I am
I’m not the man I thought I was.
I don’t know the color of my skin,
the color of my eyes,
the color of my blood.
I am bound, now, to cut in, and discover.
When I am emptied out;
I will show you what were my insides
Maybe then, we will both understand.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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