NaPoWriMo – Day 15

I tried so hard to be myself
that I became someone else,
a voice echoing
in another’s mouth.

I don’t understand the ripples
in still waters.
I don’t know
the sound of a stone
piercing the heart
of a lake.

It’s as if
I never heard
the words I said,
as if they were
whispers into the unknown.

And yet,
here I am,
framing my ghosts
on shadowed walls
of the past selves
I never knew.