Startlingly pale blue orbs with a black circle in them.
Hair as brown as earth, but better and softer on the eyes.
Silky fabrics that act as fluid whenever an
attractively toned arm or leg moved underneath.
A devilish smile that could woe any woman.
Who is this person?
A perfect nose,
Chiseled face,
Strong build,
But not too strong.
Healthy.
This person is….
Me…?
They say I'm acting differently.
How do I normally act?
Who even am I?
How do I know what to do,
And how to act,
When I don't know who I am?
Kind.
Caring.
Well-mannered in public,
But a pig in private.
He seems to be a jerk at times,
But everyone knows he doesn't mean to come off that way.
It's just the stress of his-
No, no…
The stress of my job that gets to hi-
… Me.
I don't remember any of these things these people are telling me.
What do I do?
What should I say?
"I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong guy."
"No, no. You look just like him, see?"
Yes, I see.
But what does that mean?
What do you want me to say?
That I know what you're talking about?
I'll do it for you, but…
I don't know what you're talking about.
…
Do I?
Foul stenches come from the clothes in the laundry basket.
It smells bitter,
Acidic.
Cigarettes?
Does h-
Do I smoke?
I don't think I do…
I don't know who I am anymore.
Did I ever know who I am?
Did I ever know what I like,
Or what I don't like,
Or how I act?
This guy that the people keep telling me I am
Doesn't sound like me.
Or he does, and I just don't remember.
I don't remember being him,
Or anyone, for that matter.
All I remember was the feeling of confusion…
Who am I?