Layer upon layer of self
disguise after disguise,
disguising that which I truly am
so many different faces for so many different people
I no longer recognise of my reflection
who I am..
who I have become..
what I have become..
I see only confusion in the mirror
a stranger looking back searching for his true identity
but finding only moments remembered
a connection to nothing and no one
of who I am
of who I have become
of what I have become?
we sometimes lose ourselves amid all the people
we have to be...