Used To Be

Empty shells that at a time were eyes
I am concealed behind a complex, fabricated disguise

Skin that’s ashen and dry as sand
All signs of possible awareness have been shut out and banned

Running my gaunt fingers across the dusty recesses of my mind
Reminisces have left me hollow, frozen, and emotionally blind

Anguish

Burning

Frustration

Yearning for some kind of

Personal identification

Broken, but are the shattered pieces still hidden somewhere deep inside?
I suppose I shall be the one who has to eventually decide

Yet for now, you are granted the old of the ancient key
To the girl who once used to be me