Just asking. do i know who i am?

What to think
What to say
I see you walking away
What happen to that night and the stars
What happen to me that day -(what day? so many days, so many ...)-
It’s all so dark and we can’t see
What has become of me
I don’t cry or fear
I do see and think
Yet I know what has become of me is a reflection of he. (who?)
Am I true or am I false
Do I breathe or walk
Why must I sit here and think that I’m no longer who I was

By karen monroy