When did I become this stranger?
What strange land has replaced my home?
And who is this woman offering her cheek
not her mouth for a kiss?
Who took down the mirrors? Removed the view?
Who chose this terrible colour? And who stuck
that picture in my passport that makes
people look at me so?
Who shouts “Qui Vive?” I know
coppers get younger but when did they
get so threatening?
Why must I move on? Where to?
Whose clothes are these? Am I
really that size? Or have I growed
like Topsy, in the night?
Is it night again soon?
Have I slept? I can’t remember.
Am I meant to be this wretched?
Is this how I usually feel?
Is this who I really am?
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Comments
Talk about identity crisis! Well, this can happen. Looking in the mirror one morning and asking yourself, who is this person…what have I become..Some ask every day…several times a day…Who or what, besides ourselves, pushes us to become what we are, will be?
It is better to ask who you are everyday and rediscover the answers, than just give up on asking questions and not live at all. 🙂
I have to admit that changes can be haunting especially when you don’t know the events in your life that served as a catalyst in how you got there.
This is turning to be one of my favorites because of the honesty the poem evokes.
yes, completely honest and transparent
Thank you 🙂 x