Who? Me?

Who am I? I’m really not sure.

I’m my mother’s daughter. And I’m my husband’s wife.

I’m slave to my cats. I’m a collector of books and stuff.

But me? I’m not sure.

I’d like to say I’m confident and capable. If I tell myself that enough times, maybe I”ll believe it.

I’d love to say I’m beautiful. But then I look into the mirror too many times to know that that isn’t true.

I’m a good person? Well, I try to not be a bad person, so maybe there’s some truth in that.

Mostly, I’m just confused.