The Crack in the Foundation

the crack in the foundation has me questioning constantly

they ask me about me, my hobbies

what i do in my free time

you'd think i'd know the answer

but how?

i learned to question myself from the very beginning

who actually am i?

when i picture my life all i see is the word trauma looming over me

outside of my trauma, i have no clue i even am

am i a shit storm?

made up of nothing but trauma and heartache

or am i more than that?

is my trauma the shit storm and i'm just trapped in it

riding each wave as they crash into the shore

it's messy trying to find that line between where i begin as a person

and my trauma ends

it's not the first thing i tell people when i introduce myself

or when people ask me about myself

it can't be the whole of who i am

a byproduct of the crack? maybe

but definitely not who i am