imaginary

i am slipping.  ruining my life with your half truth and whole lies

thank you for making me realize what was wrong with me.

and i looked.

i  discovered what was hidden and i haven’t decided if i like it.

i don’t even know what it is.

it or she? i found myself, but what, who, why, am i?

this girl who has been hidden for so long.

i wonder what she knows

if she knows what i don’t.

if she knows what i do.

and i wonder, what separated us.

and if she is me, than who am i?

am i imaginary?