Not Who I Want to Be

In the sadness, she lets others hurt her — you.

Every day she’s found in the storm, alone at every place.

Nothing gives her outlook an angle that brings happiness to you.

ileana, don’t give your heart — just don’t do it.

Yesterday is today again,

a routine sickening my stomach.

I close my eyes to imagine,

but nothing appears in this so-called life.

I’m not who I want to be.