What am I

I told myself that I knew.

I told myself that I am.

That I was.

But it was a lie.

I don't know who I am or what I stand for.

I claim to be a writer, a faithful daughter and sister, and yet I believe it's a lie.

I am no one yet could be anyone.

So why do I choose nothing?

I am a monster of my own creation.

I am lost.

I am my own.