Inspirational piece

Spun Stardust

I am outside of myself
looking in at a dozen faces
each with a different expression.

They look out at me in confusion
how can I not know who I am
becasue I am them.

I watch myself speak
aloud and interact
with the world outside,

and wonder who it is
that they are seeing
when they look at me,

because all I see
are other people
speaking through myself.

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