pieces of me

the opposites i am are complete

i am the peaceful hippie, and the angst-y teenager.

i will help anyone, and i will help no one.

there are a thousand different people inside the one that i am.

inside of me, there is love

there is compassion,

there is fear, there is hate,

there are a million different feelings inside of the thousand different people that make me

the people I look up to, the memories i've made, the things i’ve experienced.

they make me. they are all of me, they are none of me.

i do not know them. i cannot know what they are. the monsters inside of me.

they flow, they mesh, they become me.

they are the reason i cannot maintain eye contact for more than a minute.

they are the reasons why when my best friend looks into my eyes she tells me…

“you know the eyes are the windows to the soul..” she pauses and tears the corners of paper from a sheet and sprinkles them in front of me…

“this is what i see…” she tells me

confused, i question, “white?”

“pieces.”