if I’m not what you expected.
I won’t assure you
that I’ll become what you expect.
I possess this internal core
that’s extremely volatile.
One moment I’m who you know,
even describe me like
you would the shape of your skull
and the next moment
I could be anything.
Anything you could never truly understand.
People expect me to be the same
person I was when we last met.
I struggle to fit in their expectations
and no matter how I try, I couldn’t.
Deep within me lies a necropolis
housing a legion of my former selves.
I’m truly sorry
If I no longer fit your idea of me.