Sep 29, 2005 16:50
Nearly every time I look in the mirror, I think, "Who's he?"
It's amazing how much this shows when you let it.
At first I didn't recognize my shadow. It was like it was it's own thing, you know, who never said a thing and yet spoke volumes through it's gestures. Graceful and kind to the end, really, like it would always want to turn so it landed un-harshly on whatever it touched.
And now I look at my refection and I marvel at what looks back at me. Where did this outrageous mohawk come from? This lip ring? This pale skin? This isn't the me I was even 4 months ago, and it's showing.
I'd always changed so much, on the inside, where it couldn't be seen. Now it comes out. And I'm not so much scared as... agog. Astounded. I look more like me that I think I ever have.
And I don't know her.
In a way, I do recognize me. I know this is me, this is who and what I want to be. And at the same time, I've never met her before.
Who is this looking back at me?
Who's the lonely boygirl in the mirror.
And I'd just like somebody to talk to about this.
lonely,
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