Tell me please...who am I? It all seems such a daze
The curtains look familiar though, their pattern cuts the haze
of uncertainty I feel about my actions every day,
especially when I get confused about what I do and say
 
Who is he? The handsome one who comes to hold my hand
I fail to recognise him, but he always seems to understand
I’m sure he’s being familiar when he kisses me on the cheek,
but I vaguely recollect him doing a similar thing last week
 
Who is she? The bewildered girl who often calls me mother
I think the poor demented soul has confused me with another
A pretty girl, with bright blue eyes, she looks a lot like him
Will someone please explain to them, they’re not my kith or kin
 
Surely they must understand, or are they all befuddled?
Perhaps they’re just a bit like me, and get a little muddled
For every day I walk alone, my heart so full of longing
As I search the faces looking for... a sense of me belonging