Who am I to Me?

sometimes

i feel so malleable

that the sliver of a touch

twirls me into a boneless ball

sometimes

i feel so transparent

that the shortest glimpse

makes me crumble

like an autumn leaf

crunching under the bulky

shoes on huge feet

sometimes

i feel breathless, soulless

as if i am no longer

me

and yet,

a smile lingers on my lips

like an unwelcome guest

with the mere want to please