I recall a time when I wanted to be anyone else but me Because being me was painful to be So I set out to create my own reality My cup of tea As I started out the journey to my reality, I thought I’d found the real me along the way So I stopped and settled into this ‘new’ me, but this ‘me’ was no different, so I set out again. I kept each piece of me I found, within. All those pieces are scattered, colliding and causing trouble within. I need help organizing them, putting them in the correct order. This is an SOS message, someone please help.