Literature
Identity Crisis
I am only myself.
No, as much as I wish I could be, I can be nothing other than only myself. I can only be what and who I am in this moment, because this moment is, in truth, all that we have. And who we are in this very moment is the only true self that we can be.
I can only be myself.
I cannot be your ideal. I cannot be this paragon, this prodigy, this precocious person you dream of. I cannot be what you want me to be, because to do so would mean that I would be other than who I am.
I know you love me. But sometimes it feels like an abstract thought, something I only know on the surface and have trouble internalizing. And I know that th