I feel like I know who I am who I shall be.It’s my choice, right?I wake up to a name,some friends and life(but no past.)I am not surpised when I start hearing the voices(They said there just one) about whom i am what I am?So when I look in the mirror and see my ebony hair that looks purple in the light,I fill with relief(but now I know different) the eyes that stare back in the mirror are the same piercing poison green so many fear.But then the ‘dreams’ happen she not me.I’m not her.We look different we do.I promise.

I look into the mirror just for a little hope there is still a little me left it’s only been a month but my eye the ones I get completed on they look fuller not my poison green maybe a sage flashing grey like the a storm(THATS NOT ME).My beautiful ebony hair brighter at the roots same purple but the roots there auburn(not my colour)The voices don’t look like this (I know I saw them no he no her no….no…no…..it)My skin honest it’s looks ruff it really isn’t any any animal but now it looks like porcelain it’s gorgeous (it’s not me)

Its been 4 months and 19 days since they convinced me to look in the mirror(I’m scared of who may be there)I’ve been seeing dreams of a girl with auburn hair(like the one I saw) grey eyes and a little scar on her chin( like me) we looks the exact same I don’t know how but we did(I DIDNT WANT THIS)she looks like me.I’m scared of who I will look like is this me or her.They say(my friends not The Voices)I don’t look different I wanted to scream(The Voices we’re laughing and calling me unladylike) I stare into the mirror green meeting grey boring into my soul how may life be oh no guess I have to go the mirror has the wrong person(they are laughing again The Voices not my friends)she has a gentle smile one that will never be seen on my face if I try soft eyes we look the same but so so different( how cruel can life be?)Maybe this is who I should be with auburn hair soft grey eyes and sweet innocent smiles not a ‘mischievous’ smirks sharp calculating eyes and darkness for hair.Maybe I want to be her.

(Why are the voices crackling)