i'm not alone.

I see this scene very clearly.

I feel it is familiar somehow,

that it has happened many times, the detail varying just slightly.

It often felt as if I were playing a role, that we were all acting our parts in a television soap....

If it is really so, I would rather have enjoyed having an imaginary friend, but I never had one.

The girl I have seen was not imaginary.

She was, in fact, very real.

I could see her, she looked like me,

And yet, I was certain that the little girl wasn't me afterall.

But if it wasn't me, who was it?

I don't want to be that complicated,

I want to be myself, the simple me :)