Identity Crisis

~ Susan Jarreau

I am not me.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I’m not even a shell of someone I used to be.

I’m nobody.

To the nth degree.

2 thoughts on “Identity Crisis”

  1. I have that feeling sometimes so I become Mae West. Until I can find myself again. Because Mae West rocked. And she wouldn’t put up with any shit and that’s exactly who I need guarding my back while I’m absent.

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