Me?

I've always had a question as to who I am. Everyone has this dilemma at some point, and of course in my simple yet uncontrollable mind i cooked up the solution I must either be an unharnessed genius the likes of which were before my time, OR I was simply

Boo!

It's me again;

Who are you?

                               Sometimes it's hard to tell...

I'm a girl

Of that much I'm sure.

What are you?

Oh, that's silly, you're...

                              Me.

Or is it that I'm you?

Either way-- we're here.

Might as well say,

It's not that much to fear.

All of my life;

Your life; Our life.

Be a lady! Do what your told!

So confusing, so much strife

Over such a trifle thing

To ammount to what's expected.

What if nothing were expected?

Nothing would be affected?

Sometimes I feel schizophrenic.

Sometimes I dance with deliria.

Sometimes I feel deja vu 

Of a preconcieved idea. 

Maybe I'm important.

I will change existance.

Then again, no one listens.

A Gordian Knot with great resistance.

Sometimes I think that maybe I'm a child with an over-active imagination who has yet to influence the world.