Where to Next?

Last night I turned to you and begged
begged 
for courage 
pled for
strength 
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?
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