mirima

I'm sitting on my bed, writhing in agony. A demon pinning me there, tormenting me with questions.
Who am I?
What am I?
Who do I think I am/
What do I want?
Do I think I'm doing everything right?
I don't know how to answer these questions, and worse, I can't put my finger on what exactly is wrong in my life. No one judges me, but I'm my worst critic. No one cares what I am, what I do, or who I love...except me. Why do I have to put a label on it? Why am I making things more difficult for myself? Why is it more complicated...why can't it just be as simple as loving someone? Maybe its not love...maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I really am who I think I am, and these feelings I have are part of my denial about myself.
I am in denial. I am coming out. I am confused, and hurt. I am hurting the people around me with my confusion. I am laying on my bed, tossing and turning, not knowing exactly what will come next. Not knowing which way I will turn, which tunnel my brain will lead me through once again.
I can't stop the pain, and the fear inside of my heart.
Will I ever know who I really am?