shallow headache syndrome.

permanent confusion racks at my insides.
claiming dishonesty and wondering what really wrong.
am i strange, am i different?
wouldn't you like to know.
i will not give you any piece if me unless i can be sure that you are sure to keep it safe.
times changed and so have i.
others seem caught in the background noise.
sometimes, and only then, i feel so much older.
youth never did agree with me.
i want to know who you really are.
not who you pretend to be, not what you were with her.
my own, distinct version of you.
i can show you things you never imagined.
just.
trust me.