Who am I a question I've asked my self a thousand and one times and not once did it seem to matter. I thought I knew. But I was wrong. I was asked who I was, and I didn't have a single reply I don't know who I am, I'm what I see in the mirror but does my mirror image getting across am I the girl next door or the one down the street the truth is I don't know me and I don't think I ever did just becoming what I was being molded to be but not really seeing the true me.
February 2, 2012