Do you know what it's like to be authenticaly you for once in your life and then look in the mirror and forget who you are?
Did the same tears I cried
Come from these almond-shaped eyes?
Did I laugh with these full lips?
Did I dare smile with these gap-filled teeth?
Is this me or is this just a body that I see in the mirror?
Do I become her or does she become me?
When others look at me, which person do they see?
Do they see someone with a resting sad face or do they see the endlessly caring and thoughful person I am inside?
Perceptions are decieving
I'm glad I'm not constantly aware of what I look like, because she holds me back from who I want to be.
Because I can't be myself if I'm worried about what's stuck between my teeth.