my skin feels tight
my eyes not my own
familiarity is a distant memory
I cannot remember when my body was content with belonging to me
I run my numb fingertips through my unwashed hair, searching for any type of reassurance
my room is cluttered and my body unclean
nothing here is mine
if identity is supposed to evolve, and change as you do,
then why did I wake up this morning in someone else's skin?
today, I would rather diminish completely then continue in a body reinvented