the lack of sleep makes my brain wander
who would i be?
what person would stand before you if i had taken a different path
chose the left door
the less taken road
would i be jovial?
would i be regina george?
would i be broken and beaten and bruised
who would i be
without my trauma i’m not me
a broken mirror so many images of myself
multifaceted
who would i be?
would i be innocent a straight A student
my past self reflected on an older body?
would i be the perfect daughter?
or would i be worse
who would i be?
who should i be
who could i be
can i be a better version
or a sequel no one saw
am i meant to be this person
who cowers in front of you on this stage?
this scarred and scared teenager
who would i be if life had dealt me a different hand
could i have a good poker face?
could i lie through my teeth
could i say i’m ok and people would believe it?
who would i be
i ponder as dawn draws nearer
would i have the same friends
would i cry myself to sleep
peacefully drowning and dreaming
would my hopes and wishes be different
would i care as much?
would i care more?
who would i be?
i would be me