My friend wanted to know
Who I was
I told her I wish I knew
She told me it was scary
How I could change myself
She asked which me was real
I said all of them
She said it was unnerving
How different I was
With different people
I told her it scared me too.
She wants me to be the same with everyone
She wants reassurance
That I’m real with her
But I don’t even know
If I’m real with myself
I don’t even know what real is.
Ian Materla, 15, John F. Kennedy School, Berlin, Germany
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