Is the whole of me
More real than my parts?
Is the whole of me
Even a real person?
Does she even exist
If she has never made an appearance
Neither to me, nor to others…
And what about this image?
This illusion that exists in my head,
Of the person I am, of my actions
Of my thoughts and reasons
Is that the real me?
I have talked to people now
Have analysed all these different bits
And found no one answer
The people around me
Who see me everyday
Don’t know me fully
The friends I’ve known for years
Who have seen me to the core
Don’t fully know what I’ve become now
I don’t know myself fully either
I know who I’d like to be
I know the parts of me I’m afraid of
I know the parts of me I like
Parts of me I think are still there
But are they real, If they aren’t
Seen or felt anywhere anymore,
Except in my mind?
And is the way people see me
Any less real
Just because I’m telling myself
They don’t have the full picture?
Ashquill 