Amnesic Awareness

Who you are means nothing to me.
A knowledge bank is all I have, but no faces
come to mind, no names, and no relationships.
All I know about myself is the fear of opening up.
I will open up.
I fear testing my abilities when I know I always fail.
I will test my abilities.
I fear asking questions when I know I’ll be deemed
foolish.
I will ask questions.
I fear showing my face when I know I’m not who I want
to be.
I will show myself.
It is a real shame that I feel this way,
but since you are all unknown to me, I’m finally free from
my fears.