THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
The things I liked as a teenager make me happier than the things I like now do
A more precise identity- but one I'm too big for now-
I am a lot of people, but I only know how to show one at a time, and some don't fit on the outside anymore
It is funny to think that there is no one that knows all of them- No one here has known me longer than three years. No one I knew before has seen me for five-
It is the desire to shift them at will (and feeling that I cannot- for the oddity of it, or for the people and lives I have tucked away- or, in some cases, the shame-) that becomes painful.