5-3-08 (11:10pm)

I look in the mirror.
What to do I see?
A girl staring back at me?
Who is she really?
Is she me?
These thoughts go through my head.

I think to myself
Who am I?
Who looks as I do
And talks and walks,
And is the same as me
Who is that person?
Do I know her?
These thoughts go through my head.

I ponder profusely
As I walk away
Go down to my room and end the day
Another mirror I see
And the thoughts come back though they never left
A change of clothes and it’s a different me
From cute chick with a short skirt and low top
To a comfortable baggy t-shirt and stretchy pants
What makes me me?
Is it what I wear?
Is it what I eat?
Is it what I say?
Is it what I believe?
What makes me who I am?
These thoughts go through my head.

“I’ve gone to find myself.”
Sure.
That’s easy to say.
But how does one go about the finding
And when does one know that one has found his self?
Is there a tag attached to oneself
That declares that they have been victorious in one’s search?
How?
How does one know?
How does one know anything is?
How does one know that anything is what it says it is or appears to be?
These thoughts go through my head.

I am not lost.
And I am found.
Though not by me or myself.
I don’t know my name on the stone
Nor have I become it
(for then I would know the name)
But if there is one thing that I do know
Is that I am tired
And everything will look bettering the morning
(See, Dad, I have been paying attention

~Amy Michelle~

(11:31pm)