Who Am I Anymore?

More will be revealed

I remember the silence amidst
The heavy rain and boisterous thunder
Hitting the window like memories
Desperately attempting to resuscitate
My flat-lined life

“You’re flat” “It’s flat” “Flat”
I get that note in acting class
How we act is how we live
So I ask myself, “Have I always been this way?”
Facebook memories say otherwise

The sometimes uncomfortable reminders
Paint a picture of a woman with spunk
With opinions,
With a thirst for more than a
Carpeted floored, linoleum kitchen prison

I think there’s a Me out there
Who stayed in California
And lives a very different life
Maybe I can find her and
Crawl into her skin