All We Are

What am I?
A girl stuck in a woman's body, trying to make sense of whatever society throws at her.
Who am I?
Someone trying her hardest not to settle for a dead beat job, trying her best not to forget all the ambitions and dreams she hammered into her bones all those years ago when the world was more beautiful and forgiving.
Where am I?
Chained to a desk and imprisoned in a town I promised I'd leave and never return to; digging my grave in a relationship I've already stamped an expiry date on.
Why?
Because if I give in now, I'd never forgive myself. If I give in now, I'd never be able to live with myself, with the questions and the "what ifs". I'd end up like my mother, and that's my worst nightmare.

What are we all, anyway? Except stardust that was pulled together by gravity and fate all those years ago? What are we? Shreds of souls patched and stitched together with ectoplasmic glue or whatever.

What am I?
A bleeding, broken, vessel of sadness whose galaxies spilled out and emptied long before you met me. A broken doll with a painted on smile and a broken heart. A victim of society and the world, carrying every cross they have asked me to bear because... because once upon a time I couldn't say no, and I still can't.