am I me?

Every damn day I see my face, But it's not always mine. With all these people you always wonder, "am I me?" Then your mind wanders, I'm someone else now. No memories of what they did when I return, Only mine. So every time I see my face staring back I don't know if it's me or another, Whether that be Dani, or Nyx, or maybe even Alex. But then, I remember. I remember the trauma that made this, I remember everything I've done, I remember the pain I've caused and love I've given. And then im gone again, Who could it be? And even though each one is different in every way, Different accent, Different style, Different age, Different Everything. I can never tell them apart. Not unless they tell me. But even then, will I be listening?