I don’t know who I am,

I have no sense of self,

I feel as if I am a leech

Sometimes, taking parts of

Other people to patchwork myself.

If I spend enough time with you,

I pick up the words and phrases

You say the most and then they

Appear in my own vocabulary of dialogues.



Sitting on my own now, I don’t feel stable

About who I am, what I will be. A candle

Wavering in the air, flickering and

Extinguishing. Just as I start to see who

I am, the candle is blown off.

Leaving me in the dark again.