Ignorantly Blissful

How can I remember who I am
When I can not even remember
What I was or where I came from?
How can a person who has been
Lied to be thought to know what
And who she is and what she is
Supposed to be,
When all of her life and memories
Are nothing but lies and half truths?
When I was born, was I wanted?
That Is the burning question that I have
On my mind daily. Where can I find
The truth, when all who knew are dead?
What am I supposed to do,
Go through life pretending to
Know who I am, or go out and
Find the truth? Perhaps the truth
Is better left unknown.
I am happy as me now. Do I
Want to screw this up and lose
All of what I have?
No I do not. I will go through life
Being ignorantly blissful.

Anne Marie McMicheals, June, 25th, 2008