I think.

I Think god would be the only one, who know's truly who I am.
I think I'm pretty much a mess.
I think I'm kinda weak.
I think I'm kinda unsolved.
I think I'm a bit misunderstood.
I think I'm a bit confused.
Why do I think all these things.
Thinking is just something your brain is saying.
Not your heart nor your soul.
Yet they all get an opinion.
I think I could be better.
I think I'm a bit selfish.
I think I'm a tad jealous.
I think I can be a real jerk sometimes.
I think most people believe my fake energy.
I Don't think you,her,him or them haters could ever replace me.
Because no one is the same as me.
I don't think I even know who I am.
At least not anymore.