No More Ifs

If I was braver, I would speak my name. If I was

stronger, I wouldn't feel this shame. If I was someone

you could understand, maybe I'd finally know where I stand. If I chose

right, would I still be here? If I chose wrong,

would it disappear? I wear my doubts like a second skin. Smiling outside,

but lost within. Every mirror asks me who I am. But all I

see are question marks again. I'm made of ifs and maybes, almosts and whys.

Living in the space between the truths and the lies. If I was