Jennifer Pickering

I lost all contact with I,

And no matter what I did,

What paths I let myself follow,

which lies I let myself swallow,

There was no I.

Photos would flash up of some stranger

I knew.

It was not me,

Or it was.

I’ve forgot.

All I know is who I no longer am not.

The carefree face,

With plans and dreams,

Now locked inside my screen,

Is not I.

I try to convince myself that that is ok.

I am not her.

I change each day.

But who am I?

– Jen Pickering