Who am I

Do I have my own identity

No I can’t

There is no way

My only purpose is to help those see their identity

Not for me to see my own

I wonder who I would be

Maybe a princess or queen

But I could be a peasant

Just another passer by

I wish I knew

I want to know what my identity is

These thoughts are overwhelming

I need to know who I am

Maybe if I knew these thoughts would go away

But maybe not

Maybe more would come

Would I start to think I’m not enough

Or would I think to highly or myself

Maybe it’s better I don’t know who I am

Maybe I should be content

My identity a secret

My job to help people find their identity

It’s ironic

I’m supposed to help people find who they are

But I don’t even know who I am

How can I help other with something I don’t know about myself

I have to guess

I can’t be positive about who people are

Maybe I should just let my cracks take over

I could be broken so easily

I’m already cracking

The pressure is consuming me

I’m going to break

The pressure is building up

If I show one more reflection that isn’t my own

If I show one more person their own identity but not my own

I might break apart

Into tiny little pieces

Unable to be fixed

Never to be whole again

I would loose my purpose

I would never know

Who am I