a statue, bare of emotions  foreign to myself, i hate the face i know but i am her, and she is me a tangled web of identity drowning in my thoughts, my hands out, I reach no one's there to see her, no one's there to care am i really an angel, or a monster too? a mystery even to myself, here i am, lost in this truth what should i feel, what should i be? an unceasing question, echoing me trapped in this cycle, can't break free a prisoner of my own uncertainty