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Lecia Alane May 2015
Who am I?


My face is the same, but I'm different.
I smile different.
I see different.
I feel different.
Who am I?

I don't know.

Do you know?
I don't.

Who are you?
Do you know me?

Am I the person you remember?
I don't remember that person.

Who am I?
Where am I?
Which way am I supposed to go to figure out who I am?

I don't know.
I'm lost.
There's no path for me to walk down.
If there is, I don't see it.
Do I make my own?

I don't know.
Do you know?
Lecia Alane May 2015
A ****** Cinderella, running shoe-less through hell.
A bargain struck, her soul the price of a paltry wedding veil.
Each night she runs her feet to stubs and always there she falls,
trying to escape her forever after, after the Devil's ball.

And so it seems here we have the princess of the sea.
A sirens call was not at all what it seemed to be.
She brought her human to his death, with but a single verse,
too young to know that that was how a mermaid broke her curse.

Do not forget the once Snow White with her now blackened heart,
Singing to her birdies as she's ripping them apart, while
skipping over the bodies of the seven worthless men,
who broke her mind and left behind what will never be whole again.

Alas, we have a sleeping beauty, now woefully awake.
Her prince did come to give a kiss, but it was his soul, that she did take.
She holds him while she cries and pleads for his life to once return,
but true loves kiss is but a wish, a life for a life is the lesson learned.

— The End —