In a fit of rage, a spark of defiance, a moment where I wanted to be understood: I screamed at you.

"You don't even know me!" I sang my pain into your shocked face. There was an eerie silence, and my already-broken heart was slamming into my ribcage. I hoped that you would tell me who I am, I hoped that you would know me.

Instead, you did something I didn't expect. You leaned forward and spoke very calmly, asking me:

"So tell me who you are?"

I didn't know how to answer you.