Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book

What Defines Me?

Here are my true thoughts. Not depression, not total happiness, extreme emotions that I cant explain. (don't give me the PMSing bull) I am not sure how to feel anymore. I am so confused on the thoughts that run through my mind... What defines me?

What happens if... That is it.

What if all I have ever done is put up front.

When I study the mirror, I am faced with a face I do not know

Lips telling stories I have never seen and eyes

Holding tears, I have never known.

My beauty is outward, no question

However, I still am confused of my reflection

When I study the mirror, I am sometimes faced with lips so full

Eyes so fearless with a smile so carefree

However, my heart expresses sadness I have never experienced

And my soul sings a mournful song of exile

I feel joyful but my insides are still torn up with confusion

What defines me, my heart, my eyes, or my mind?

What should I go by to count the hours?

It is almost as if I have slept through the years in the corner of my mind

Only to wake up in a world of sorrow I do not know

I fear these unknown thoughts that run through my head

I feel as though life as never gone red

However, unknown fury runs through my veins that burns a red-like glow

So what defines me, my heart, my eyes, or my mind?

I suppose it my choise, and I choose to live my life,

Sailing in my own direction,

Fearless of the waves to come.

With love,
A. C. Claire