That’s the thing. You keep saying, shouting, screeching, howling that it’s not who you are.
But the thing is, who you say you are and what you essentially are, turn out to be two entities.
Then, in the end, you realize who you are is what they say you are.
Who you thought you were all along, was a facade. A denial, an enraged soul wrapped up in tears, cuts, and bruises.
It was easier hitting the walls then looking in the mirror.