Tell Me.

A person hiding behind a plant.

I’m kind of confused about what I’m what I’m supposed to do.


You can call me girl, or her, or shorty, or psst.

It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m used it by now. I think.

The genesis of this situation is unknown to me.

Who am I? I need someone to answer this question for me.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

’96 was a good year; at least I used to think so.

But that has changed now.

Who else wanted me? Who else needed me?

Was she the only one that prayed for it? Was she the only one that was blessed?

No, she wasn’t.

But here I am. It’s 2020 now.

What else can I say? I don’t know what to do.

I think I know who I am. I think.

I’m… me. Right?

I’m me.

So, what do I do now? What do I do with me?

I can’t be the only one. I’m asking you.

What do I do, because I’m very confused.


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