Who am I?
I am everything and nothing,
everyone and nobody.
I am the face I chose to wear,
a face I change from day to day.
Dozens of me exist, hide withing the folds.
Running, screaming, melting, bleeding,
rolling into the image that you see.
But no one person sees me the same way,
the mirror cracks and splits infinately,
and the real me, I am lost in the reflections.

Who am I?
I am ordinary perfected,
like no one you have ever met.
I hate to be loved,
and love to be hated.
I want, desire, weep, plead
for forgiveness and redemption,
but I shall never fall to my knees,
I shall never repent.
I close my heart to all,
and keep my friends blanketed by my soul,
my enemies tucked safely in my pocket.
It takes a life time to earn my trust,
and I'll tell you my darkest secrets
within five moments of our first meeting.
When you prick me, I not only bleed
but I'll kill your mother, brother, favorite pet
for hurting me.
I'll rake my claws across your face
so you'll always remember me,
while I drag my claws across my back,
to force myself to forget.
I am the bravest, most courageous little girl
with the thinest skin that you'll ever see.
I'm just me.

Who am I?
Sometimes I'm lost in the perceptions.
Sifting through the shards,
I hope one day I'll find myself again.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Glacian, in the year 307 AF.