when i gaze into the mirror, it's not me standing there
in my place there's a woman who's emotions are bare.
This woman is similar, aesthetically so
but the differences are deeper; down into the soul.
this woman, she weeps and minds it not at all
she doesn't feel her displays will be her downfall.
her occupation in the mirror can last from seconds to days
without any hesitation, she easily takes my place.
i wonder if the world can perceive any changes
if my dear friends even notice when my personality rearranges.
if so, they don't mention it; perhaps it's taboo
or perhaps they don't realize what the real me would do.
i stare back at this stranger, who looks just like me
and i wonder if a merger could ever truly be.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
when i gaze into the mirror, it's not me standing there
in my place there's a woman who's emotions are bare.
This woman is similar, aesthetically so
but the differences are deeper; down into the soul.
this woman, she weeps and minds it not at all
she doesn't feel her displays will be her downfall.
her occupation in the mirror can last from seconds to days
without any hesitation, she easily takes my place.
i wonder if the world can perceive any changes
if my dear friends even notice when my personality rearranges.
if so, they don't mention it; perhaps it's taboo
or perhaps they don't realize what the real me would do.
i stare back at this stranger, who looks just like me
and i wonder if a merger could ever truly be.
bp 2011