I am not my face
I look at my reflection,
and pick out every single imperfection.
I don’t see me,
I see a girl who is afraid,
she doesn’t know who she is
when she looks me in the eyes
her eyes,
opened wide,
so blue,
so bright,
but now they’re out of place
because their colour contradicts
the emotions they depict.
I see every freckle on her face.
I frown,
they’re out of place.
I look away,
I look again,
it’s surely a mistake, it can’t be out of place...
There isn’t a pattern - no design,
not a hint of reason
no rhyme.
The worlds a mess,
that’s just the face I’ve been assigned
I look away, I look again
there, and there again -
look,
it’s out of place.
The nose.
The ears.
The mouth.
The chin.
Where the fuck do I begin?
They don’t show you who I am,
they don’t show you what’s within.
I look away.
I don’t want to look again.