Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I’m afraid to be something I’m not.
A fraud.
Cloaked in a facade of hope.
To be a girl that’s not me.
Not raw.
Not real.
An imposter
telling you what you wanna hear.
How to feel.
Livin’ in a faux reality.
A camoflauged identity.

Nah Bitch.
I Strive for authenticity –
pride myself in vulnerable transparancy.
I used to trudge endlessly towards my alter,
but I lacked the ego I was after.
She was merely a mirage of who I yearned to be.

But now,
now,
I See.
I can’t be anything I’m not;
or I wouldn’t be me.
My identity might be in crisis mode,
but baby,
I’m fuckin free.
Finally.
And, yeah,
it’s true.
I’m sick and I’m crazy,
but I’m just Ginger Vee.
Like me or love me,
there’s no other me I can be.