Who am I?

Who Am I?

The character I see in the mirror
is that really me
have I mirrored and mimicked so many
that I’ve lost the only one in the mirror I see
could it be
that I’ve carried a façade for so long
that the person who I call me
is hidden do deep within
the root of the soul
so deeply embedded
that I am not even the person I see anymore
assuming the natural me would be such a bore
I illuminated myself
collecting random character bits and pieces
although selectively stored
to camouflage the core
of who I really am
the one soul
I never gave a chance
because I thought
I needed to be
anything but me

By: Merchon Bowers

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