What if it was me

What if questions trail on in my brain

What if the way you think and preceive these girls

is passed down to me

What if no matter how hard I love 

it will just tear in two

I scream and beg to at least hold on to one of the halves I broke

it's too late

What if my coping mechanisms become my personality

I think these are valid concerns but what if it doesn't matter

what if I destroy myself a little bit more each day

because of the way I was raised

What if?