You say I have changed, but do you even know me? I feel like I have been split open, with a bolt of lightning. My sense of self is fragmented, ever-changing. My mask is slipping. I can’t pretend anymore, I can’t be who you want me to be. Trying to fake happiness is so exhausting. I wish you would only understand how I feel. I don’t even know the real me right now. My scars are split wide open, for all the world to see. I am really sick of this. Please give me some space.