The face I see reflecting back at me
I don’t recognize
I wonder if this is the face everyone else sees
Who I am?
What am I?
Who has the answers which I seek?
At times, I cry out in desperation to no one in particular
Please tell me what it is you wish me to know
The silence is piercing my thoughts like the point of the sharpest blade
I can see the blood trickling down as the questions go unanswered
What should I do?