Lost

I look at the arm

It looks foreign

I feel afraid

How are there so many scars on it 

How many are there

Red, Brown, Pink, and White

Is this my arm

How has it become like this

 

I stare into the mirror

The face looks strange

Almost unrecognizable 

Oh, it's me again 

I trace my fingers along the glass

and again along my features

Oh, it is me

Is this how I look like

or have I changed to the point even 

I am at a loss for who I am

 

The memories I seem to be losing 

Haven't got the faintest clue who is stealing them 

And where to

What use would it be

I sit here wondering

If it is for the best or my worst