For the first time,
I'm trying too hard to rhyme,
Pushed by influences,
General curiosity,
The severity impact,
My mind fully in tact,
I am still myself,
Yet I do not look like me,
I thought of my skin I wanted to be free,
Somehow I found that to not be true,
Leading me to know exactly what to do,
Rubbing at my face,
Not caring about possible grace,
I could not see me,
The thing staring back at me was not what I was used to,
Not a bad experience,
An eye opener,
Finding the thing I needed was...nothing,
No change,
All rubbed off now,
So I stare,
At the face now there,
Fixing my hair,
Realizing that I was entirely in that moment,
There was nothing new still the old,
And yet it looked so different,
Normal,
Informal,
The way it always is,
I thought it was what I wanted,
When it really wasn't,
I saw myself for how I really looked,
Not wanting the appointment that was booked,
Though it was needed,
There was no need to have to go so far.