I have slowly crawled into the skin
of the girl I played
in the movies of my dreams
and yet she is not me;
this skin is not mine
and this shell belong to
somebody else
yet I act as her, I answer as her, I walk as her,
I speak as her, I cry as her,
and somewhere along the way I became an impostor
not on purpose
but out of the urge to survive,
I became one of Darwin’s finches
and as I stranded myself on the island
I wondered
why no one else
had to masquerade and parade
this vision of themself around,
why the dark circles under my eyes grew
as my exhaustion formed a halo separating me
from the girl I used to be.