I am not the person you see
this life isn’t mine
its just the one I’m living.
Who am I?
No mirror can show
a true reflection.
A whisper of my presence
lost in a world that isn’t mine.
I scream
and there is only silence.
How can you look
into me
and not see me
just beneath the surface.
This isn’t me
fading to nothing.
Or is it?
© Michele Markley 2009
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