Dont know who I am

I am sad.
I dont know who I am.
Am I me? Who is me? Ive never really known, even when I was little, I didnt know
I see my pictures, I see myself in the mirror, but it makes no sense. I dont understand it, I see it but its just skin. I know what to say, I know what to do to appear and give "reality" that I am always the same, but I am not
I am different inside, sometimes I dont know name
I dont know other peoples names esept my friends

Im sad becuz the others hear us too
others know who we are
but i not know
i not know who i am
and everybody els think they are won person but I not know what its like
just one person? how?

i dont know
i wear ovryalls and im sad a lot, smtimes i not talk
but its ok.
im sad tho
sometimes a lot
cuz i duno where evrybody is and she say we supposed to be won person but
i dunohow


im here
everybody over there

why everybdoy together esept me

Hang in there hunny. Safe hugs.

Cute poem.

On the bright side - many Masters of thought with no mind disorders, still ask themselves the same thing and spend years trying to figure out that same question.