My face is a constant

Constant state of confusion

Am I mad?

Depressed?

Happy...

I don't know anymore

Can you see my face, underneath the mask?

Tell me, what am I?

I'm so lost,
I've played the shapeshifter too long

I can't tell you, I can't show you

Who I am

Who I am is unknown,

Confused, hopeless

I'm drifting, lost

Not daring to reach out and grasp

Grasp anything other than familiarity

And I'm not familiar with who I am

Because I choose not to be

Because I'm scared

Scared of the light

Kayleyana M.