Which One Is Me

I pinned up the third page today. Now all three are on the wall. They face each other. It looks like they are fighting over who I really am.

I folded the green blouse and put it away. I walked to the bus stop in my uniform. Same shoes. Same smile.

September is still on my list. The thing has not been closed. The page was read out loud. But I did not mail it. I chose not to.

Aigoo. Next month I have to choose again. It is always my choice. No one tells me what to do. That is the scary part.

I am tired of the polite face. I am tired of saying I am fine when I am not.

I do not know which page is me. Maybe all of them. Maybe none.