...Maybe it's the coffee...

It seems unreal, I do not know who I am, where I came from or where I'm going,

I look like everyone but I can not see myself in anyone.

Look at the white and see dark, look at the dark and see the white.

I wanted to find myself but I do not know if I exist,

It seems unreal, giving enter seems easy but I do not know if I exist.

It's all so beautiful, promising and I can feel it but after that it only goes down.

It's like adrenaline and I need to put it somewhere, I need to let it go,

But I do not know if she's in me, maybe it's the coffee.

But today I decided to put into words.