Do what ought to be done, here and now, to get you somewhere — anywhere.

Dear me, one day I'll make you proud.

I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

... and you might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”
and I will say
“watch me”
for I never did this to fit in
or stand out
but to live.

It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.