“Who are you?” I ask myself every moment of the day and far into the night, I never know the answer, So I am left feeling lost, Left feeling unknown. I make a promise- that I will know myself through and through, From the depths of my soul to the tips of my fingers. But where do I start? I do not know. Everything I seem to know, Feels so trivial, Without substance. So I stare at myself in the mirror and watch in quiet disbelief, In wonder, In awe. I stare at the person I am, Someone so foreign, Yet so familiar. I make eye contact with her, And whisper into the air, “Who are you?” But a smile is her only answer.