Identity Crisis
“Tell us about yourself”
The application in my hand
Glares these words at me.
I find myself pausing
Because last week I was
Bright, I wanted to see everyone smile.
The week before, I was quiet,
I wanted to keep to myself.
Before that, I was angry,
lashing out at those who passed.
Who am I this week?
Copyright © Alana Wood | Year Posted 2015
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