i am the stiletto words keyed into my locker door
because of someone's second-hand hatred.
and the number of calories i consume each day.
i am my grade point average, my class rank,
the number of friends i have on facebook
and the brand name on the tag of my jeans.

i am every boy i've ever kissed
and every girl i've slapped. i'm the
eccentric old woman who feeds neighborhood strays
and the color of your hair.

i am his mother, your father,
my best friend's shoulder to cry on,
somebody's worst enemy.

i am so many people, numbers. letters, faces.
but i am not - and i have never been -
myself.

do you know what i mean? and
can you tell me what it's like?