I’m starting to think maybe I was never kind after all. I fear I have created an image of myself to share to the world, and I have even convinced myself of this picture. Because once people have peaked through the keyhole of the door and see inside, They turn back in revulsion, “You are not who I thought you were” is etched into my mind, I see it every time I close my eyes. You are not who I thought you were You are not who I thought you were You are not who I thought you were Because I am not who I thought I was either. And maybe I don’t know who I am or who I am supposed to be, Now you look at me hurt and disgusted, And I can’t bear to look at myself now.