“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.