Trying to define my way
in what I’m worth, in what I do,
I stumble over older pains
and creatures trying to undress me;
I feel their hands all over me,
they hide in bottles and in tears,
in images of whom I was, remains
of once a life that was not me.
I struggle like I’ve done before
but this time: watch me, watch me now
as something must have changed,
as this time I am worth it.