Self Made by Dawn Blanchfield
I am a made-up person
a construct
I was given a name,
a family,
and told to go live my life
a lie.
How many of us are there?
millions?
Without pasts. Without truths.
Not knowing who we are.
Robots.
Alien beings walking among you.
Not real.
We just disappear.
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Dawn Blanchfield. I don’t write. In fact, words and I are barely on speaking terms! I don’t know what I’m doing here.Read more here: http://dawnblanchfield.com
Photo credit: Dawn Blanchfield