31 days in MAY

Who Am I Anyways

And I look in the mirror.
I stare,
And stare,
And stare.
Wondering
Who am I anyways?

What answers do I get?

The front of the class need.
The girl with all the answers.
The shy one who never used to speak.
The youngest.
The wild streak.
The independent and responsible.
The recklessly emotional.

I stare
For hours
And a single difference
It has not made.
I am not any single description.
Am I any of these things?
Who's to say what is real
And what is farce?
What is me
And what's just mask?

I stare.

How do I tell,
If I'm acting
Or I'm really like this?
How can I say
I feel more myself
This way
Or that?
Can't I be both?

The quiet bookworm
And the friendly nerd.

The aloof musician
And the sociable normal.

The playful writer
And the serious mentor.

Who's to say that two sides,
No matter how contrasted,
Can't live
In the same skin?
Can live
Without one being
A mask
And the other
Being skin.

Who's to say
Who I am anyways?

~A