changed

Eyes closed.

Lights off.

Completely in darkness.

I fade off, my names called, but I don’t answer.

Here feeling like Jane Doe.

Starring in the mirror at the person they claim that they know.

They say I changed.

I drift away like a plastic bag in the wind.

Gone unnoticed.

With my final destination hanging at a whim.

So who am I now?

Unseen to the eyes that once held me at such high esteem

I fade off.

Not wanting to pursue the next day.

Lights off completely in the darkness.

My name called but that’s not me.

Because I have changed and the person I once was is no longer here.

Unsure of who I am different names are called in my ear.

So who am I?

Am I my past or my future?

Fore my past plagues my very existents and my future still undetermined.

Who am I?