Vibius Bucculeius Gaianus

Who am I? Looking up to becoming a better person, but I never see things working out as planned. I see myself losing my mum, I see myself watching my dad cry, I see myself breaking apart from my sisters, I see myself still believing in “Dreams come true”, I see myself hustling, struggling and hoping I will be better than this, I see myself in this new world full of monsters, I see myself more depressed and confused, I see myself all alone in tears, I see myself dead. I see myself asking now “Will I ever be better than this?” Before it’s late. I see myself asking, “who am I?” Really? I prefer to leave that up to the observer, because I will never finish answering that.