Forgive Me, I'm A Liar. (But This Is MY Story)

I was looking for a change.

So I got on a plane.

Alone, and off into the uncharted places of my imagination. 

I had a bracelet; for unaccompanied minors.

I was under 15 so I was being watched carefully by the plane crew.

I sat in between two men.

One decided to sleep.

The other, decided to talk to me.

He touched at where my bracelet was wrapped and asked,

"What happened to you?"

I didn't understand. 

"What?"

"I mean...Is that a hospital bracelet?"

Then I realized.

He didn't even know my name.

I told him my name was Skyler. 

I was being shipped off to my aunt's for the summer because I had been in a mental hospital for the past 5 months for attempted suicide.

But I was stable and happy now.

I let pieces of my slip out.

I met a man in the tunnels of the airport. 

I told him my name was Amanda.

And I told him all my dreams.

And I told him I wanted to live in Colorado.

And I told him I could paint, and that I had lost a baby.

I told him I loved the color yellow.

And that I was allergic to cats.

I let pieces of me slip out.

I ran around and made up stories.

Because I loved how no one knew me.

No one even knew my name.

I met a woman in a taxi. 

I told her my name was Alex.

And that I did yoga.

And I hated thunder.

I told her I had a boyfriend, and he was quite brilliant.

I told her sometimes I imagined that M&M's were pain pills.

And I would take handfuls at a time anyways.

I let pieces of me slip out.

I met a man while walking my aunt's dog.

I told him my name was Isby.

I told him I could dance,

And had boys chasing me. 

I used to be ugly till I dyed my hair and caked on makeup.

But I had never been kissed.

I let pieces of my slip out.

I met a boy at the lake a block away.

I told him to call me Jay.

Because I didn't like my full name.

I told him that I was from California. 

And he looked amazed.

I told him that not everyone lived near the beach.

I told him that not everyone can surf and says, "Dude."

I told him I lived in a tiny town.

And a lot of people spoke Spanish.

I told him I was happy here.

And he complimented my impressive tan.

He has but a piece of me.

But he didn't even know my name.

I wonder if all my friends got together,

They would know my story?

They all have pieces of me.

But no one ever tries to put together my story..

Hm.

I met a woman in a parking lot; begging for change.

I sat beside her.

And she asked me my name,

And I told her it wasn't important.

Because a name doesn't define who I am.

I told her I was lonely. 

And that I always wanted to drive a motorcycle.

I told her that at 11:11 I wished for other people's wished to come true.

Because I'd like to think selfless wishes always come true.

I told her I had scares.

And she told me I was beautiful.

I gave her a piece of me.

I met a girl in a grocery store.

I told her I was a vegetarian.

And my first daughter I was going to name,"Sophie."

Because it was so gentle.

And I didn't want her to be hurt by the world and all its vastness. 

I told her that I would love to be her friend.

And that I wish I could hike with someone.

She had a piece of me.

But it was time to go.

And I still had one more story.

My story.

I sat on the plane and on a brown paper bag I began..

"My name is ...... And this is my story.."
But I realized...
I had already given it away.