Breathers.

who am i

I don't feel like myself these days,

It's as if she died without a trace,

Then they gave me her body to replace,

But those around her haven't noticed so they smile at my face.

They smile and my heart start to race,

I'm not used to getting something without a chase,

How can you not notice that I'm a diffrent case,

We were supposed to be at the same place.

Everyone thinks it's just a phase,

Have they forgotten how our universe was just an empty space?

And until this day we prepare ourselves just in case,

So tell me how can I be sure of anything when nothing has an actual base?