Who am I? Is this what you want to know? Is that why your looking at my profile? Who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me? Do you think you know me? Does anybody know me? For all you know I could be the girl next door, the quiet girl you sit next to in one of your meaningless classes, the girl you think about when nobody’s around, the girl who thinks about you when nobody’s around or even when they are around. I could be the superhero, the villain, the victim, the passer-by, the lost loved one or the narrator. But narrator to what? My story? My life? Your life? His life? Her life? I could be the creator, and I could create you all and a world where everything works and nothing goes wrong. Or I could create the world where nothing works and everything goes wrong. 

The truth is that nobody ever really knows anybody else. You might just know one of their many masks. All you can do is try and unveil more masks and prefect your own masks. 

So you want to know who I am? This much I’ll tell you. I’m the girl you think you know. I’m the girl everyone desperately wants to know.