persona

Who was I before I learned to be who I am?
Be yourself, they say, unless who you are doesn't hinder their way.

who was to blame as i held the knife stained with the blood of my innocence?
Be kind, they say, unless you're being kind to yourself.

Who was the one who told me about it this way? I was walking for as long as I can remember, and the only sight to behold were the barren lands and dry leaves.
The breath of freedom aches my lungs. when you are raised in a cage for the whole winter, the cold is the only comfort you know of