Checkmate

30s. My name can be just about anything.

A place where I can express things. I'm distant and reclusive. I come and go. I'm not the only one who is here. I am not the same person as before.

I feel like a liar even though it is not on purpose. I feel false even though I know my own feelings. Sometimes I do not exist. Instead, another self has taken my place. Who knows what kind of person will I'll be next? It's all a blur. And so is my name.