me. who am i? if i look in the mirror, is that person who is standing there, me? who am i? am i a human being? i tried so hard, yet my body feels still so heavy. i don’t want to see myself anymore. i don’t feel real. eyes. they are everywhere. they are looking at me. they are constantly checking me. they are waiting for me to make a mistake. if i am a human, why am i making so many mistakes, then? why are they always looking, at me? body. it keeps growing. growing. and growing. i am becoming a monster. this person, is not the human who i truly am. it feels so heavy. i don’t want this body, anymore. but if my soul leaves, what will happen with this body? tree. the tree i look at every night, keeps growing. doesn’t it feels tired, sometimes? doesn’t it gets scared? so many people are watching them. so many people are judging them. doesn’t it want sometimes, to die?