Once upon a time I knew who I was and kind of what I wanted, or rather expected from life. I was sure I knew who I was. I had a plan, general ideas on a tentative time-line. This comes before that, and so on. I got swept away in the rapids of others. Tossed around and wrung out.
White water, no raft
Left in the gutter, I found my way home; vacant-eyed and sullen, Jaded and confused beyond the realm of humanity, but home. What had I done to attract such things? Why was it okay to be garbage to others? Abused and unwanted, still far from myself. Plastic bubble gum smiles, no one asks and I don’t tell. Made it home, scathed and broken. Thinking the me I knew couldn’t possibly have done that. So, was I ever who I thought I was?
**Beautiful masks worn
Thin veneer of porcelain