I stare at the photo.
The girl is posing, tongue out.
She looks so happy.
What would she be like today?
She died, but only I mourn for her.
How could she
Die without anyone noticing?
Does no one care?
An imposter replaced her,
Spending all her time pretending,
Pretending to be the girl.
I am an imposter.
In taking her place
I lost myself.
We’re both dead
And no one knows.
No one cares.
Two ghosts,
Locked together.
Sacrificing ourselves,
Our souls,
For an illusion.
Two halves;
One lie.
Who would I be
If I were only me,
Instead of her shadow.
I don’t want to pretend,
But who was I?
Who am I?
Will I ever know?
Can I ever be me again;
Or am I gone forever?
Author notes
Ummmm....yeah.
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