The air that fills my lungs is foreign to my body.
My body, which is unrecognizable
To my own eyes.
Yet I must be myself,
I find the memories that I posses,
As unfamiliar as if someone else had experienced them.
The mind and body with which I'm trapped
Leaves me uncertain and afraid.
As if I am a newborn,
Being introduced to the world as a teenager.
Straight from the womb
I was thrown into a life lived by another.
The only preparation I received
Was faulty memories that left me with confusion,
While an overwhelming
Sense of unreal existence clouded my thoughts.
I don't know the girl that is my reflection.
I do not recall the little girl
That fills my fuzzy memories.
Who am I?
Author notes
I wrote this over a year ago, but I believe it still to be true of my adolescence.
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