i stare at myself.
my reflection hums in disappointment.
my eyes pleade.
my thoughts fade.
my nose bleeds.
"why am i me?"
why was i born in this stupid fucking body?
it doesn't resemble me.
none of it does.
not the way theres balls of fat on my chest,
not the way my voice is high,
not the way my figure is slim,
none of it.
"why are we like this?"
my reflection frowns even though i don't feel mouth move.
i don't know.
i don't know, i don't know, i don't know.
it's all so fucking confusing.
why, why, why, whywhywhywhy
"why am i like this?"
i think my reflection begins to understand though.
it's me, just not me.
i hate that it's me,
i hate looking at myself in a miror realizing,
oh, that's me.
i hate how disappointing it all is.
