Chaos

People pass me by everyday

Making eye contact, like a bird spying its prey

Acknowledging my presence

Eyes seeing me everywhere, almost like their omnipresent

Or are they?

Are they really seeing me?

Seeing something else

Someone, but not me

I am not what I am

I am me, but I am not me

It's hard being lost, but knowing where you are

I know where I am, but my mind is chaos

Where am I going, what choices need to be made today?

Who will I be

The me who everyone sees

Or maybe the me that only I see

How many people would see me then?