Past Life

Who am I?

Pictures of past lives through

mannerisms

are what I see,

but they're silent and they won't

talk to me.

So, I feel full of empty memories that I would like to be connected to.

Music doesn't feel the same, because I don't know my name.

*screams* "I'm truly lost." hearing it echo into the invisible walls I've built around me.

*says* "I'm truly lost." feeling it leave my mouth with a bitter taste.

*whispers* "I'm truly lost." ...as to what

I am;

My confidence has been dissolved into more questions of why I should have any without any money.

Why would she yield for sympathy or even want it.

I don't understand.

I'm here.

What is?

Why can't I be okay

with

frustration, tears that shouldn't happen?

What am I?

human.