Poetry

It's Sad

It's sad,
I don't know my own name
Don't remember the shade of my eyes
Or the color of my lips
Even outlines of my hips
aren't right
They stick too far out to the side
And those hands that are called 'mine'
They are colder than ice
like my heart, it feels aflame
yet I can't feel it's comforting warmth
that it's supposed to bring
All I feel is hollow and how it's sad,
I don't know my own name