i've lost my identity                        

      it's possible that I never had it          

       i don't know how to find it               

       where to look                             

     or if it exists                             

    i feel vulnerable without it                 

    what do strange eyes see               

     what if they really see me                  

       not the me in the mirror                  

         not who I would like to be              

         will they be sympathetic                

        and say he never had a chance            

      or will they pause, look deeper            

    see nothing, continue on

   with the memory, the haunting vision...

    the haunting vision, wake up at night thinking

   that could have been me,

    but i'd never get into that position,

   reassured of the safety go back to sleep,

  only to be once again startled by the fleeting echo,

   a distant unclear memory

    flashes without form

     long enough to make its presence known

    and then is gone again,

    i am a memory in my dreams,

   but i know i'm a hiccup in reality