I Am
I Am
I don’t know who I am,
I have no sense of self,
I feel as if I am a leech
Sometimes, taking parts of
Other people to patchwork myself.
If I spend enough time with you,
I pick up the words and phrases
You say the most and then they
Appear in my own vocabulary of dialogues.
Sitting on my own now, I don’t feel stable
About who I am, what I will be. A candle
Wavering in the air, flickering and
Extinguishing. Just as I start to see who
I am, the candle is blown off.
Leaving me in the dark again.