who am i

who am i

am i a wavering

hasty assumption

made by the people that surround me

or my own distorted perception

which feels just as estranged

am i a soul sewn

into flesh

or simply a creature

with an expiration

still breathing

for now

am i my unreliable memories

or my unoriginal thoughts

am i my easily duplicated personality

or the clothes i put on

am i my name

or my birthplace

am i my legacy

poorly crafted

and most likely misunderstood

am i the love i give away

or maybe receive

am i a unique mind

or just an ant who recoginized itself

for a fraction of a moment

in a mirror

just before it burned