Ever felt like you weren’t you?

Or that you only fit in cause people thought you were someone else?

Your hair, eyes, smile, laugh, and look matched them so well you were called by there name as if you had been forgotten.

So finally you give in and they call you a double of the person or just number 2.

Finally your so used to it that you give up on being you and just lock yourself away and toss the key.

You lie on the cold hard floor as the minutes turn to hours. Days to weeks. Months to Years. The entire time you are someone else. Someone else’s existence. You cant break free from the chains that hold you where you are. Barely breathing…existing means nothing to you…yet it means everything. Existing is all you have. Someone else’s existence but it is still all you have and you hold to it for dear life. Sitting behind the door you locked all the time ago. Forgotten your name and your own spirit even seems to have withered to a replica…This isn’t existing…all it is…is hiding…from yourself…