I Started to Peer Inside

In referring to myself,
I refer to a glamour:
A suggestion of self,
Rather than an assurance. 

In truth, at times my own self feels
As if an alien marooned on earth
Forced to play a role unlike itself
All to blend in, all to cease being. 

As if to look in the mirror in shock, 
Whispering softly: 
“Who is this?”
Unsure of whose face you’re wearing.

Despair!
I must know who I am. 

-k.r.r.