Staring at a masked image
Of someone who shares my name and face
I feel...
Nothing.

The person I thought I was
Is made up of nothing but pieces of those who surround me

1 in a million,
We’re told we are unique.

But the fragments of this shredded mask are chipping away
Leaving nothing
But a blank canvas
For my own design.

I feel...
Me

-a.e.