Standing

They will always claim to know you. They will always think that the word "friends" makes them know you more than you know yourself. They'd disdainfully tell you that you will be fine, but it never works. Friends, you all gather. Blowing their cigarettes and shisha smoke, you begin to sink into your immense doubtful thinking; what have you done right?

Who am I? I ask.
You are "you", they snappily reply.

And it feels even harder and I start feeling even more lost into their "you".

I look back. It's all gone. What I have built and all what I have done. Gone, gone, gone and now I have become someone I'm not sure how to tame. There's no book of instructions or former users. I stand alone. I am supposed to stand tall when I don't know how to even stand.

But I stand anyway; and that's how it all works.

The way you don't know yourself, is exactly the same way how you do it without even knowing that you are halfway through it all.