This Is Not My Skin Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

I feel like I am becoming, the person I never wanted to become.
As each day passes I feel even smaller, the world, it changes you
All my days feel the same, when every day is a miracle, they say.
My cup is a half full, but I should be grateful I even have a cup

There are certain things that make a being,
I feel like what makes me is simply fading away.
There's a darkness I can't seem to understand,
A sense of nothingness in the air tonight.

I can no longer see myself, with the same eyes.
Something has changed, it's in the air tonight.
I can no longer sing my song, I have forgotten the words tonight.
This is not my skin, there's no comfort here.