Alexandria

They tell me I have name, they call me by this name.  It's their way of getting my attention when they want to talk to me.  They call me..... Alexandria. I even asked them where I got this so called name.  They told me that it was the name of someone very close to them, who was now... dead.  I don't understand why they would do that to me,  call me by the name of someone that is dead.  That just sounds.... Disturbing.  That person is dead, she isn't me.  Why should I hold their name?  I am me, my own person.  At least give me my own name....  This world doesn't make sense to me.  I don't like it and I hate not knowing where or who I really am.  Why can't I be me, just the way I am, why do I need to learn their ways and try to be one of them.  I'm not.  And I am certainly not their Alexandria.... I never will be, it's not natural.  I guess you could say I'm not normal.  They don't see it though.  They think I am just like the other one.  They think I will think and act like they want me to.  They think I am someone or something that I am not and will never be.  Let me find my own identity.  Let me find who I want to be.  Let me choose who I am.  I am not and will never be.... Alexandria.... 

 Have you ever wondered who you were?  Or why you called the name you are called by everyone around you?  Have you ever wondered if you belonged to a different place, maybe even a different world?  If not, welcome to my life and the questions I seem to ask myself everyday.  I don't know where I came from, I know it's not from the people that I am with right now.  They aren't my parents and I'm not their Alexandria.   

The only thing that I am sure of, is that I am not like them.  And I will never be....  I need to find my true identity.  I need to know who I am....