Who am I? Who is the real me?
I feel as though I have no true meaning, no identity.
I feel as though my two sides, two minds, will tear me apart. 

There is Kris, who has no fears,
Who knows the pain of a blade
Who knows the sting of smoke-filled lungs.
She is my strength, daring for a challenge. 

There is Kiersten, the scared little girl,
She shies away from human interaction, from pain,
She hides from the allure of tobacco.
She is my childhood innocence, hiding in her hope. 

Kris, the one who plunges headfirst into danger,
The one who holds out a hand to those in need,
The girl who keeps exploring her own dark mind,
She is my adventurer, never stopping. 

Kiersten, the girl who stares blankly,
The girl who walks alone, lost in her heart,
The lonely soul, who hides behind a sad smile,
She is my past, not forgotten. 

It is hard to separate my souls, my minds, past and present.
Which soul will dominate to be the real me, my factual future?
The innocent, lost Kiersten, 
The daring, strong Kris,
Or a mixture of the two?
What is my true definition?