Me Poem by Tiya Sen

I look around desperately for a sign,
or for anything that I knew as mine.
The stranger in the mirror grows more and more disconcerting,
being disjointed with the person I am leaves me grovelling.
I can't seem to see who I am anymore.
I don't seem to remember the identity I wore.
I know I don't belong to myself at all,
So, I can in no way break my own fall.
My world has become non-existant and invisible,
of merely breathing I seem to be capable.
As my strength drains out weakining my resolve,
I let my lost self fade and dissolve.