Amnesiac (Poetry)

The image in the mirror tells me nothing -
a stranger's face but one I guess I own -
so who I am and what my proper name is,
I've no idea - and I am not alone.

There's others here feel just as lost and anxious,
searching their reflections for a clue,
wondering what secret lies so hidden
no sign of recognition filters through.

I think it could be false - a silver mirage -
or maybe what I see's a shallow mask
conjured by a schizoid alter ego
but, dreading truth, I dare not even ask.

I'm known as Jane and answer when they call me,
it doesn't mean that I was Jane before -
I must have been somebody else before they
brought me here, although I can't be sure.

I have no past - my memory's in limbo,
the files are locked - no evidence or shred
of information lingers in the system -
the switch is on but darkness fills my head.

Every day I queue with all the others -
every one a split identity -
I take my turn to peer into the mirror,
half-terrified of who stares back at me.