for mr. Sampson

poem for mr.Sampon's creative writing class.

Bestowing another lie
wouldn't matter if I live or die.
If I shed a tear,
or hide a fear.

I am alone, and not yet whole.
Quesioning what I allready know,
confused as what to say,
feeling all kinds of shame.

But I am just a person,
just a face,
holding somone elses place.
And it dosn't matter that I have a name.
Im just another face.