The numbers i've seen don't compare to the identities i've tried to live.
24 is the cyclical reminder that i'm losing what mind i've left.
15 is the tight rope i danced only to fall off the left side. 15 hurt my feet.
26 is the fake life i carried willingly when i was sixteen.
940 is the interesting turn i took when i found the world was only out for my blood.
And then today, i discovered, unbeknownst to me, that i was number #34 all along.
I had to look it up, no one told me. As i counted, i smiled and believed things were
I am a 34.
Have you seen me?