Lost without an identity

Anticipation and resentment

Where will I go from here?

Names, faces, and a language that I do not understand

My face is a plastic smile

Behind the façade,

behind the mask

is a scared girl meandering down the unknown path

Where will I go from here?

Like a broken weed

Like a dying breed

In a midst of blooming red lilies

Yet I stand.

I may waver,

Yet I stand

I may quiver

Yet I stand

The wind may blow me down

But I will stand.