sometimes I wonder who I am. who I was supposed to be. I learned somehow as a child to hide myself away. I learned young to hide any part of me that was not accepted or welcomed by those around me. soon there was nothing left. I lost myself. I became exhausted to walk in a room and access what this person would like or that person. I was never shy, I was reading what i needed to be in that moment to that person. so now begins the task…..finding out who the hell I am and will I like it?​ but really, what have I got to lose when I’ve already lost myself?