I am not myself today, I woke up this morning and
I just knew it. Not that it wasn't me staring back in the mirror, because it was. I had the same face and hair
and expression on my face, yet I wasn't me. I am not me now, and I don't think I will be me for quite a while.
Everyone goes through their own identity crisis, or
mid-life crisis, but who has ever heard of a mis-placed personality? It's almost like when you put your personality
on a shelf and when you return, it's not there. Not that a personality is something you can take off like a mask.
It's far more complex than that.
Not many people know how to misplace their personality.
It's a difficult art in which one must delicately pluck the original personality out, place it in a cardboard box in the back
of the mind and develope a completely new one. Do this three or four times and you will have people confused as to who
you really are. Maybe that's why I am a perinoid schitzophrenic.
I am not myself today, yet I have so many different
people in my mind, maybe I died, or she left because it got too crowded. Well, there are so many in here how am I to
know who I really am?
