I didnt ask

I didnt ask to be this person .
To feel the things I do .
This journey is a lonely one.
You might feel the same way too.
I'm trapped but this time I know exactly what to do.
People say it all the time just be who.
But who.
Who the fuck am is a question I constantly ask myself.
Living in a world where they fill me with self doubts.
More worried about what they might think.
Instead of not giving a fuck because it makes me happy the soft tune of my inner demons play on repeat as the petals of my heart fall softly.
WHO IS ME.
NO NO NO WHO AM I ?
I'm an unspoken poetry piece lost in time. I'm unfinished art peace. I'm half aged bottle of wine. I'm someone whom imprints himself into your mind I'm a love and a hate relationship all at the same time. I'm universe unseen I'm a guy half blind. As the flower blooms and I find myself I fill so lost in time. The ocean sets as the sun slowly rises.
Ive disguised myself and dressed myself up to fit society. But people do it all the time. That's why that question who are you it's one where I find the answers hard to find. I'm many things all at once like I said a universe untouched and unseen im a universe of many things.