I don\'t know if it\'s ME or the way my sweater hugs my body as I lay in bed on my phone
I don\'t know if it\'s ME or the way my body is positioned, taking me too much effort to get up
I don\'t know if it\'s ME or the sound of my mom\'s gradually loud voice seeping into my ears
or the thought of helping her around the house
or the warmth of the air as heat crawls through the vents
or the sunlight from my window, blocking the view of my entrance
or the idea of getting up and contributing to society
or the constant anxiety of being sexually harassed
or the continued pressure of keeping an image
or the judgmental stares of either curious or hateful people
or the stress from inside a classroom, which I sit in for only eight hours
or the nagging in my stomach from indigestion
or the nervous butterflies right before talking to someone
or the constant weight of college on my shoulders
or the idea of finding myself
I don\'t know if it\'s ME or who I\'m supposed to be