Temporary

I feel like a stranger to my own self. Like a hater to the words I say, I don’t feel my existence within, I don’t even know what resides within. My soul is the battlefield of my words and God-knows-what resides to conquer me. I fear questions because my own answers might break me, I’m not sure I want to discover myself, not in this state of mind. For I don’t know who I am, and if I ever knew now, I’m scared it would be my label, forever, for a temporary state of mind, soul and heart. I don’t want to know me if I were outside myself. Not now at least. Not today.