Checkmate

This is who I am
Not a shadow of who I want to be

ghost or lance. 30s.

A place where I can express things. Distant and reclusive. I come and go. Wax and wane. I don't belong anywhere. I don't feel like the same person.

I feel like a liar even though it is not on purpose. I feel false even though I know my own feelings. Sometimes I do not exist. Instead, another self has taken my place. Who knows what kind of person will I'll be next? It's all a blur. And so is my name.