Who am I?

Dearest sister,

Sometimes I can’t remember my own name. It sounds so foreign to me when others say it. Who am I really? Are my memories truly mine? Or are they just another part of my imagination.

I can not tell reality from dreams any more. Sometimes I wake up disappointmente in things that never happened, sometimes I can’t react to things that truly did.

What’s wrong with me, dear sister?

Why can’t I remember my own face?

Why are all my memories of me looking down. As if someone else is living through me.

Sister, who am I ?

Do you even know?

In this never ending nightmare, what part of me is just for show?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.