Looking Glass

When I look in the mirror all I want to see,

Is nothing but plain old me.

When I raise my eyes I see a stranger,

My hear beats fast as if there were danger.

Should I pull from my eyes the hair?

My hands shake, do I dare?

Who’s eyes are those?

Almost as strange as those toes.

I’m buried deep inside,

Almost as if I died.

What would it take to make me alive?

In the cool deep water I could dive.

To wash away all the fake,

And raise the social stake.

What if they don’t like who I am?

And block me out just like a dam.

I don’t know if I could bear,

Then I think, why do I even care?

No one tells the waves what to do in the sea,

So why should they tell me?

I will step into my own,

Even if I do it alone.