No Longer Me

I'm so many different people,
I change to please you all.
I don't even know who I am anymore,
Who am I... The original.

I'm the worker:- smart and sensible, I know what to do, won't put up a fight, will work like a dog all day and night.

I'm the smart schoolgirl:- well dressed and willing, not smart naturally, revision happens daily, but I don't tell people that...naturally.

I'm the friend:- jovial and joyous, listener all round, the one that knows about everyone, even things profound, no ones 'bestie' not at all just a regular friend no doubt.

I'm the daughter:- cuddly and creative, whenever I'm around, mischievious and can wind you up but what do you expect, teenager and all that.

I'm the short term girlfriend:- intimidated and insecure, body issues...yes I have, thats a downside I'm sure.

And then there's me.

No face,

No pretence...

But who is that anymore?

I'm:

The Joker

The Nameless Face

The Curly Hair

The One That Makes You Smile

The Bitch

No Name

Just Lame

I honestly think if anyone saw who I was,

No act, No mask, Seen through.

Everyone would take one look,

Then laugh, run away, scream.