Who Am I?

Who am I?
Is the words that
Bounce
Off the walls
Which are spinning
Turning in
Mirroring thousands of Os
 .
The Os
Are the mouths
Of hundreds of Me
 .
The mirrored selves dress in
Colorful regalia
Showing
What I could be
 .
They mutter
The secrets
To a life
I’ve never heard of
In a never ending stream
Of ceaseless jabbering
 .
Drowning out my thoughts
In the bane of silence
Not answering
The one questioned asked
“Who am I?”
Only telling me
What I can become

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