Am I the little girl my mother wishes so much for?
Am I the evil tazz my father so rightly named me?
Am I the Alli that everyone portrays me as?
On the other hand, am I Alex, the once badass girl inside my soul?
Or am I the once happy Allison?
Which am I?
Are I but none?
Or do I live my life as each one,
Do I even have a name that I can call my own?
Not Alex, that is the badass
Not Alli, that is the good friend
Not Tazz, that is the little monster
Not Joychild, that is the perfect daughter
Not Allison, for I fear I will never again be truly happy