i am an imposter
an intruder in my own body
or is it even my own?
am i a thief of memories?
do i really know these.. these
people i have supposedly known all of my life
or has she known them all of her life?
am i an alien inhabiting
a completely innocent unsuspecting being?
when i look in mirrors
i legitimately
do not recognize the reflection
is that not me?
did i leave my own head at home, wherever that may be?
is it lost along with my pencils and my keys?
...did i borrow another frame for the time being?
i can't tell
~could i ever?
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a/n: a little writing on depersonalization/dissociation idk which
it's messy and redundant i know. sorry my head is all over the place (obviously)
thank you for reading!
