Who Am I

Who am I? That’s something I wonder everyday From being delighted to traumatized Is something quite normal for me From feeling emptiness to unease Overthinking every mistake I’ve ever made To every action I’ve decided to take Butterfly effect? A concept flowing through my brain If I could change one detail in my life What a bizarre change of events that would be Would I feel and be the same person today? Who am I? Not too tall, not too short Not too pretty, but not too ugly A bit ordinary, but never extraordinary Not average but not intelligent Skinny, but thank god she’s not fat they say! Olive skin, but shiny and red marks on my face Why do you look so tired they say I say I’m fine, thanks I look in the mirror and I see those dry tears I think stupid Puffy, red eyes, oily hair I think lazy Skinny, a visible breastbone and hipbones I think eat more Restless, uneasy, trembling I realize this person is me How did she become like this? My mother says I hear this late at night when I’m tumbling in bed All I can hear is  disappointment Not just to everyone but to myself Someone please help -Who am I?