Who was I before this?
I neither know, nor can I say.
The thin line that divides us
Gets farther everyday

And when I look in hindsight
The memories on the shelf,
Seem to belong elsewhere,
Never to myself.

Who then am I?
This girl beneath my skin
The quirky little smile,
The happy little grin.

They’re nothing but a cover,
A facade tall and proud,
Stronger than anything ever read,
Or ever said aloud.

And in the night I wonder
Who it is that I’m becoming,
Or what’s the source of the pain
That I have been numbing