Last night I turned to you and begged
I stood there and shouted,
cried and demanded for sense
thought that maybe if I wore a different face
I could forget that my mask no longer fit
thought that maybe if I aligned my spirit to yours
I could forget
forget the shame of feeling like an empty vessel
with potential poured out in front of it
if I give up now
who am I?
if this is a test
I am failing
If I am not the one who gets out
where do I go?