Have you ever looked a person straight in the eye
Close enough to see your reflection staring back at you
Except its not really you
Its a little bit blurry and you look like you would in a fun house mirror, you know, the ones at those cheap carnivals that pass through once a year to set up in the field next to the convenience store right on the edge of town
That one
You look all tall
Your waist is as thick as your wrist
And your head looks like someone stuck a air pump in your ear and decided see if they could make you float
You don't
but that's not the point
The point is that its not you

Its the version of you they know
The one they see
The version they have in a little folder tucked away and filed under "just another kid" where you fit snuggly between that guy who sits next them in math class and their first crush in sixth grade
That is if they remember you

And its the weirdest thing
The idea that someone who barely knows you could eventually become someone so close to you when the first picture they had of you wasn't even, well
You
And your entire relationship with this person depends on whether or not you allow them a clear view or just distort yourself beyond recognition
Whether you become you