Am I who I was? Or who I will be?
I struggle to exist in the present—I cannot possibly be this, who I am now
Am I my loved ones? My mother? My sister?
After all, it is my interactions that define my future, that make me want to go on
Am I the love that I feel?
The heart that beats in my chest surely keeps my alive, at the very least
Am I my body?
The object of desire, the sight of disgust
Am I my anxiety? My drumming thoughts?
The overwhelming swelling feeling of nerves that so often takes hold of me?
Am I the things I’m passionate about?
The music I listen to, the books I read, the movies I recommend
Am I the clothes I wear?
I have torn my closet apart in search of an outfit too many times to not consider this important
Am I what happened to me?
The little girl standing frightened on the cold kitchen floor, life falling apart in front of her eyes
Am I all of it?
Everything, all at once, constantly, evolving, spinning, an accumulation
Are you?