I'll start off with a question:
"how am i not me?"

i am not solid
i am made of many layers upon layers
broken down into cells.
the easiest way to understand something is to brake it down
and rebuild it,
but after youve dissmantled it,
you find beauty in being incomplete
this is why nothing gets done around here.

all i asked for was the time and i got a headache
your numbers bother me
and of course i choose a lifestyle smothered in numbers
what a series of bad choices
that have yet to happen.

i will never get to answer my question because i do not know myself.
that is the hard part about that question. you cant know whats you arent if you dont know that you exist at all.