Looking at you,
My other self,
I hate how anxious we become,
Double guessing ourselves,
“Did we lock the door? Keys in our bag?”
Not trusting anyone or anything,
nervous most of the time,
No matter how long we’ve known the other person.
Head filled with dark thoughts,
That makes us cry hot tears,
from eyes that don’t work as well as they should.
Might as well be glorified accessories in this head of ours,
Accompanied by a crooked nose, distorting our reflection in mirrors,
Glasses always slipping off.
Push them back up, push them back up.
And our cheeks, I could fill an entire library with prose and poetry about everything I hate about them.
They look cute, pinchable even, from the front,
Becomes bloated, distorted as I turn.
They take up too much space on our face,
Shifting with every emotion,
Making us look younger than what we truly are.
Sucking them in for a taste of being beautiful in society’s eyes,
Without them, we would be prettier, more beautiful, more desirable.
Having no definite voice,
Stuttering and rambling.
Ideas shot down constantly,
But they were right in the end, so it’s okay, right?
To my other self,
I recognize you,
I understand you,
But you’re holding me back,
Holding me so tight that I can’t breathe,
You need to let me go.
You kept me safe and sane, in my own head,
But you’re suffocating me.
I can’t even be my true self,
The one I lost long ago.
So I’ll say goodbye,
To my other self.
dreamscape 