who are you?
I search the darkness of my mind
memories over time
depths of the deep sea blue
I have no clue.
I am blind
and do not see
the girl in the mirror
who stares back at me.
I am not she.
on my tombstone
it shall read
a stranger
who was everything people
wanted her to be.
Even in death,
that is not me.
Uncertainty has become my enemy,
insecurity I wore until the end----- beautifully.