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.