A Stranger to Myself

Sometimes I wonder who I would be

Without your expectations of me

Your reality forces itself into my own and erases any sense of self I believed I had

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So who would I be without your presence?

Since my existence is just as an extension to your phone line

Looping me into your endeavors, efforts, and more

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I often think of how I would laugh or talk without you nearby 

How my lips would form the jokes I speak when you’re not seen by my eyes

Maybe one day, I will be able to figure out how to be myself without wisps of you here

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Or maybe that’s the day I find out who I really am