What If

What if I was someone else Would I still be friends with myself? Would I be the bane of my existence Or would I love myself like I think I would? They say perfects don’t exist, Well, I’m a perfectionist. What if I don’t become who I want to be? Whilst surviving Would I live? Or would I cease to exist? This is my latibule But I wanna runaway, Because What if I was somewhere else Would I long to be here Or would I be content there? This moment of epiphany overwhelms me For what keeps me awake Are what ifs on my existence