?

Who am I?
Was this all just for show to get all of you to like me?
Was I just waiting to pull the rope and let the curatins close?

I hope everybody had a great show.

Where is me?
I hope it's not hiding somewhere where I can't wiggle into.
I want it to give up.
I've been playing hide and seek this whole time.

I'm waiting to spew out all the things I've told you, into one big pile for you to see.
A steaming pile of guilt, and "insecurity" and innocence
topped off with those milkshakes I once said I possessed in my veins,
on top of all those bright colors I said were mine
and all of those dinosaurs and that photograph of the granny smith apple crayon melting onto my unshaved leg.

How stupid was I?
Who is I?

Woah is Me.
? is Me.

EDIT-- I think I might cry. What do I like? What is the music playing? Please, ignore all the blogs below. I didn't mean them, I'm not me. OH, don't get me started.