I am not real
though you may think so.
Don’t be fooled.
I never was.
A semblance of humanity,
reflections evanescing,
I have no soul.
I am of myself and can only ever be so.
If I had a name I lost it long ago.
But sometimes,
In the half-light,
I forget, and dream
of possibilities.
Then waking, beg forgiveness.
shel cope
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-no-one-to-some-one/
