“You only know my name.
I have tinted the thousand faces I wear.
You can’t tell who I am.
I have changed my hue so many times, I’ve lost count and I’ve lost knowledge of my true self.
I rememeber painting my plastered face with so much colour and water and in the rush to conceal everything this world disagreed with I forgot I was just a page.
I vigorously rubbed a brush against my canvas
and I left a hole in my identity
because I wanted the world to love the vibrance I borrowed.
I turned into something that wasn’t me.
Oh how wrong was this way to build a tomorrow.
But don’t come looking for me yet,
I am still on my way, still in the process of knowing me so when I find myself, and I love the soul that I am.
I’ll show me to you too. There will be nothing I have to hide.
Until then, let me go
I still have me, to find.”